It's a little strange how your perspective changes when you are a parent. Something about the power of visualizing your child in the position of any other child who meets with an accident or untimely demise makes the emotional impact of images and thoughts of that type an order of magnitude more potent. The interesting thing is that I find it is not just limited to cases where there is a simple parallel between my kids and the victims. For example, I've been literally sickened by the carnage in Iraq and in Lebanon for quite a while. But I find that my empathy has extended even to the adults. Particularly the adults who are being kidnapped, tortured and murdered in massive numbers. I can rationalize the death of a soldier in a firefight -- the act of kidnapping an unarmed, helpless civilian and toruring him to death seems inhuman to an incomprehensible degree. I feel sick when I think about it, and it's because I am empathizing with the victims. I don't think I would have viewed it the same way before I had kids. I was a lot more dispassionate in my outlook then.