� Coward � 2002-12-06 � 12:00 a.m. �
Thirteen years ago today a madman no so far from home walked into a classroom and opened fire...
He killed fourteen woman and himself.
I was nine... and I remember it as clear as yesterday. It was the first time hatred was explained to me... A hate so deep as a child I couldn't truly understand.
But my Dad tried... "He was a sick man, Hunny... he needed help and no one was listening."
Thank you Dad, for not making me hate a man I didn't know. And even as an adult... and understanding completely what he did... I still don't hate him.
Because of him... I only hate violence.
The only way to rationalize something I can't make sense of...
Cowards never die alone...
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