I can't sleep. My thoughts have been racing around like a champion greyhound on methamphetamines at a bunny farm. They always seem to come back to the same subject. James Kim. In case you do not know, here's the story of his tragic ordeal. I typically refrain from opining about news articles, but this particular one moved me deeply. I find my mind drifting across time and space to the day after Thanksgiving. I can imagine with great detail the events that might have taken place on that snowy afternoon in the mountains. The family on a road trip, diapers and Dora DVD's, baby food jars and driving songs, a few joyful glances between Mom and Dad, and lots of snowy trees zipping by the windows. The children must have been excited to see the snowfall increase and they drove on toward their destination. But it was not to be. It didn't happen all at once; no abrupt devastation. Little by little things began to unravel. I am sure at first the trip seemed delayed, merely sidetracked. Just a slight miscalculation. Just backtrack and start anew. But it was not to be. The car got stuck, the day receded, and the snowfall intensified. The kind of snowfall that makes you pull off the road and wait it out. It's okay though: just change and feed the baby, turn on the heat, and think rationally. It's a road, there will be someone along soon. If not, we can just wait it out until morning and continue on safely. The hotel will probably charge the credit card for tonight anyway...oh well, c'est la vie. More snow. All day, snow and freezing rain. Man, it was cold last night...and that was with the heater on. The gas gauge is running low, we're going to run out soon if we don't get out of here. Feed the baby. Use the last diaper. Do your business outside in the snowbank. Wife is getting scared and the kids can hear it in her voice. Relax and remain in control, let them know it will all be alright soon. But it was not to be. The calculations must have begun. Remember your survival skills, how long do we have? We have shelter, check. We have water, check. Once the water runs out, we have the snow. Food is lacking, but I know we can survive for a while before we start to starve. Did I just think about starving to death? No. I refuse to let my family starve to death. No matter the cost, I will not watch my babies starve to death. Anyway, a human can live up to three weeks without food. Wait, that projection is probably based on an adult's body. What about a seven month old? How long before the children start to starve? If wife is breastfeeding both kids, how long until she starves? How long do we have before this situation becomes really desperate? Okay, I am positive we can make it at least week. God, why didn't we take any of the leftovers they offered us? Stop it. No time for looking back. Okay so how long do we have? 150lb man=3 weeks. 15lb baby=two, three days tops. Once the food and mother's milk runs out the baby should have about 3 days. Out of milk, out of food, out of heat.....out of time. What to do? Find help. Bundle up and start walking, you're the strongest and your girls need you. Now. God it's cold. I'll get help, it's only a couple miles away at most...just have to hurry before I get too cold and fatigued. Hurry. Getting tired quickly. I can't make it back to the car if I go much further, my legs feel like lead weights and the cold has soaked through to my bones. Better turn back and try a different direction tomorrow. But help has to be a few steps away. When I find help, I won't have to walk back in the cold. If I can keep going just a little further. Just take another step. I can't do it, I can't even stand up. Keep crawling, dammit, keep going. The girls need you. I'm going to die here. Oh God, please save my girls! Please God, I love my darlings so much, take me and save them. And God listened. One father's desperate, fateful mission secured his family's salvation. God bless you James Kim. God bless your darlings. I will always remember you for being a great Dad and a true hero.