What we put out into the world comes back to us ten fold. I will look into myself to see what I have done to make this world around me such a violent place. One where self preservation means the striking down of a dozen people in our nation’s capital. Where a drunken fight between roommates ends with a meat cleaver in the hands of one and the neck of another. Where cats, plural, are shot with arrows. What is this place? I know man is capable of wickedness but what of this gift of free will? The ability to choose compassion over impulse. Is it rampant mental illness? Is it a callused reaction to a tortured upbringing?
I will continue to put love out into the world and would encourage you to do the same. Please fight with me against the urge to throw in the towel. If the newspaper is witness to the lives of our neighbors, I will do my best to see that there is a happier ending for us all.