My alarm was set for 6 am this morning, but as it always happens I got up almost an hour earlier than that time. I tossed and turned in bed, and waited for the ceremonial alarm to let me know it was officially morning. Just as I rested in bed, thinking about the wonderful life I have been blessed with, Benazir Bhutto was being killed in Rawalpindi. What amazingly different lives people on this planet live! Benazir's murder was another violent death of a Bhutto. These people who ostensibly live such high lives die so soon and so miserably. It is hard not to feel sorry for them.

[Photo, courtesy of Harry Walker Agency.]