The two sides of a coin

I look at my 6 months old being treated like a rag doll by her elder brother; her delicate body being hurled and tossed, I see that nary a feature changes form and I wonder about the resilience of human body.
I look at the liberty attack footage; the traffic warden who takes one single shot in the chest, his tall proud frame crumbles to the ground like a wax statue, and wonder about the fragility of human body.