Returning home from my nephew’s baptism this weekend, I turned on the radio to help pass time. My mind drifted as I slogged through interstate construction traffic. All of a sudden, a woman’s voice wrenched me back to the present. Agony and fear telegraphed across thousands of miles from her phone to my car’s speakers. My boredom vaporized like the diesel smoke belching from the trucks in the standstill around me.
