I’m looking at the devastation in Haiti and thinking about that old question – why do such terrible things happen in this world? How is it that some of us are lucky enough to be born in a country like the United States of America, and others are born in places like Haiti, Somalia, Sudan? Sometimes there’s a rational answer that seems to fit–the fact that since the first days we’ve been given free will and the responsibility to make our choices and take the consequences. And that makes sense even when the consequences are remote, distanced from the choice. A personal choice often impacts other people, and can turn into something bigger and bigger and bigger, like a snowball rolling down the hill. I can understand that.