The front page story was bad enough. A house fire. One dead. It was made worse when we realized we knew the man. He was in our church and sang with my wife in the choir. An older man. Widow. Sweet and quiet. The newspaper article explained how he worked for 30 years for the city, drawing up by hand intricate maps of the underground water systems. He must have seen the world different, with the ground we walk upon as the mere top of the visible world. Some #smallstories we learn only afterwards.