Then it did.
Having visited the Grand Floridian last year, I know exactly where that little boy was. And I can tell you with 100% certainty that the very last thing on my mind while we were there was being vigilant for alligators. Considering who you speak to, that is either perfectly understandable or dangerously naive. What I have found disheartening is that the response of people on the internet who are vilifying a family trapped in a horror movie come to life. Come on, humans. We are better than this.
Because I have desperately needed something pure and good this week, I have found myself listening to a lot of St. Paul and the Broken Bones, especially "All I Ever Wonder" from their upcoming sophomore album. These boys are local and they are tearing it up. I think they have a huge future ahead of them.
Anything from their first album is golden, but "Call Me" is a personal fave:
I hope this might be a small respite for you from the sadness of the last several days.