The world erupted in flames. It was a small world, barely any bigger than your backyard. In fact, if you grabbed a measuring stick right now and went out to your backyard, and measured it furlong by furlong, you’d find that the flaming world was actually ever so slightly smaller.

So for most people, it really didn’t matter that it went up in flames.

While you watch the news about the bombings in France and the terrorists in Syria, while you go about your daily life, while you eat, dress, work, and talk, while you read this little vignette, her little square of space is now smoldering down into ashes – and do you care?

But it was her world. She cared. We always care when it is our world.