Someone I met two weeks ago was murdered, yes literally gunned down, a few days ago.
I experienced a feeling I hadn't in a long time. Where I grew up, it was common place to see someone one day, and they would be dead the next. It is a horrible feeling a hadn't had in many, many years.
The other day when I saw the person on the news, that feeling hit me. That feeling of the reality that for many, life is just passing them by. That young man gave his life away. For the most part, he was a hard working family man, but there was a side of him that craved the streets. What he didn't know is the streets are hungry too.
Peace dear brother.