Tragic

I read an article yesteday in the news about a teenaged girl you died from surgical complications. Any time that anyone dies, it is sad, but when it is someone who is young and seemingly healthy, and for no apparent reason, it is tragic. When I read this article, a few thinks triggered my thoughts. Why would a teenager have breast enlargement surgery? What surgeon in his or her right mind would do such a thing? What sort of parents would pay for such an operation for their teen?
I know that a lot of people who are way too young have cosmetic surgery. Notice, it is cosmetic. It isn't something that is needed to prolong life, really. It is usually to fix something that really isn't broken in the first place, but society, media, friends, whoever says that it needs to be fixed. Common one is the nose. Why do so many people think that their nose should look like someone else's? And who's to say that the nose they get is really an improvement? Look at Michael Jackson or Jennifer Grey. I"ve heard of cases in which a girl gets her nose done at 16 or so, only to have her face finish growing and her nose be way too small and really odd looking by the time she is 20!
But back to the poor gal I started with. What is so terrible about having normal-sized breasts? And what would have been wrong with waiting until she was an adult in reality , not just 18 and legally one, to have such a procedure? I guess she never really planned to use her mammaries to feed her children. But then I don't think she planned to die, either. What a senseless tragedy! The one odd statement in the article, however, that really caught in my craw was this. ""Teenagers are getting these surgeries done earlier and earlier, and the fear is that if they get them too early, it might not be indicated." I ask, aside from a few instances, when is something like this really indicated?
Guess that's all for now.

Yad Vashem

Yesterday, I returned from Israel. What an amazing trip! I was a bit disappointed at one point, since I did not get to see much of Jerusalem; change in program of which I was unaware. So no temple, no Mount of Olives, no Gethsemane. But, I did get to see Yad Vashem, the Holocaust museum. It is really hard to put into words how this place impacts one; impacted me. I wish that we'd have more than 2 hours! There was so much to see, hear and read. And to think, that even with all of this evidence, and not just personal testimony of those who endured the pain and suffering at the hand of the Nazis, that there are people in the world who deny that it ever happened!
I wonder, would I have been one of those righteous gentiles who hid and helped Jews during that time? I think I would have been; pray that I would have been. Am I one now? Ony by the grace of God!
At one point, there is a tribute to the 1.5 million children who were murdered. This site has 5 candles, lit perpetually, and mirrors, all in a darkened room. The reflection of these candles makes it seem as if there are really millions of candles; like stars in the dark sky. These lights sort of represent those children who died as well as their children who could never be born; light extinguished way before their time. Truly an amazing sight!
So that it never happens again....