As many of you know, this past weekend marked the deadliest mass shooting in American history.  In the same state, a toddler was dragged underwater by an alligator at Disney World.  Chicago continues to see victims of violence everyday, and I find it almost routine to check the news and see how many people died while I was sleeping.  Reading about such events can be numbing, and I find myself sometimes questioning the meaning of it all.  Why do bad things happen?