(Hmmmm, first time I posted, it didn't work. We'll try again)
Not sure if this is appropriate here, but here goes....
I worked at an engineering office a few years ago with about 60 engineers. One of the engineers I worked with for about three years was a kindly older gentleman (maybe 64-ish) who was an electrical engineer and had worked with the company for 30 years. In the time I knew him, he never cussed and never raised his voice to another engineer. Heck, someone who had worked next to him for 30 years told me that the guy had never even gotten a speeding ticket. He had a wife, two daughters, and 4 grandkids.
I'd known him two years when his wife died. Overall, he was a little sadder after that, but they had been married for over forty years, and she had died suddenly, so there was no prolonged suffering. He seemed to be coping well and outside of the week he was gone for funeral arrangements, he came back to work and kept chugging through projects.
About six months after that, he didn't show up for work, and then was gone for two weeks. His desk was quietly cleaned out, and it took me two months to find out what happened.
Turns out, he had been regularly raping his grandson about once a week after his wife died. His youngest daughter had to turn him in to the police and he is currently serving a 15 year sentence. His grandson will be in therapy for years to come.
The point to this story is, we all think that we are well adjusted people who could never commit the atrocities that we see on the news everyday. Sadly, I've come to the conclusion that there are just a certain set of right circumstances (or wrong ones, I guess) that can just make you crack. The mind can sometimes be a little fragile, and it's a lot easier than you think to convince yourself that the world is mad and you are the only sane one in it.