This situation reminds me of when my 26-year old cousin was raped and murdered in 1974 in Provo, Utah. She was killed by a man who she knew from high school. She and her husband had befriended this man, trying to help him rebuild his life. He was in prison for arson. One night, he did not return after a work detail. Instead he waited until her husband left for his graveyard shift at Geneva Steel. Then he went to her home. She let him in, knowing him, she felt she could talk to him and convince him to do the right thing of going back to the prison. He killed her while her two small babies slept in the next room. My cousin and I were close - like sisters. Our family has never quite recovered from this terrible tragedy.

Yet, the more important lesson was learned when a well-meaning individual told my aunt (the mother of my cousin who died) that she would pray for her; because after all, she was the mother and feeling much pain. My aunt paused, looked out the window and simply stated, “Thank you. Pray for his mother. She is feeling much more pain, I’m sure.”

As for “Pan`s Labrynth”, surreal. “Life is but a dream,a little more coherent than most”

This is a great story — thank you for sharing it.