I love going to Basic-Fit … my gym.  We exercisers take the elevator to the third floor, where an infinity of orange machines is revealed.

After I finished my workout yesterday, I saw that the elevator was broken.  We were invited into a hallway and then outside, before descending a lot of steps.

And what appeared before me were coils of razor wire.  It was the first time in my life that I’d seen that symbol of violence up close.  In other moments I saw the wire way up high, on top of fences.

The evil of it all stopped me.  I leaned close.  I put my fingertip on the point of a blade … so sharp.

And I returned to a life I’ve never known … of prison camps and gas chambers.  Razor wire was not in my reality but millions of my earthly companions, past and present, have felt the horror of the coils.

I’m sorry, dear ones

That you have felt such pain

May peace be with you