I've been among a crying crowd at a funeral for a baby who died when her totally over-tired sick father forget her in a car. The sight of the chevra kaddisha (Jewish burial staff) emerging from the ambulance (we don't use hearses in Shiloh) carrying the dead baby in his arms elicited such a collective cry of grief... unforgettable.
I'm a survivor of a terror attack which left a couple dozen wounded, including myself, and one dead.
I once found myself waiting with neighbors, some dead and some alive, who had been in a horrific, tragic car accident.
I've spent time in the hospital praying for my sons, one after an accident and one who was deathly ill as a tiny infant.
I successfully, thank G-d, did Heimlich on my young son choking on an ice cube.
I could go on unfortunately...
But when I saw the toddler with her head fully enclosed in a plastic bag, while her parents happily shopped I could not be quiet. I just had to speak to the parents.
"Excuse me, but it's very dangerous to pull plastic bags over a head like that."
"It's fine" insisted the young father.
"It can be fatal" I continued. The father glared at me as the mother took the bag off of the child's head. "There are countries that have Keep Away From Children on plastic bags."