I sit and watch the screen in front of me.
The chaos and confusion I see in every face that appears on the T.V. screen,
and I can't do anything.
I sit halfway across the country; I'm useless.
I can only sit and pray, and in the middle of my sorrow and hope I wonder;
Who Sir? Who would do something like this to one of their own? And even though of different religion, race, color, or even idea they stand like me, and even like him!.
They feel the same way; including pain, fear, and love,
but still he purposely brought hurt to them; knowing they too don't like to feel hurt, so why?
I don't understand, and you probably don't either.
Why do people hurt those around them, knowing they they too feel; including pain.
I can only imagine the confusion and fear they felt.
What was a lovely Boston day that was going to be filled of accomplishment and love was over taken by fear, hurt, and confusion, because one brother decided it was okay.
No, it wasn't okay; it hurt. It hurt to think that others were hurting, and to know they were living that hell.
And not behind a T.V. screen like me.
They say it was because of an idea, a thought, a belief, but I hope everyone realizes that a belief that will hurt and destroy innocent brothers and sisters; is not a good belief.
So I pray; that this fear of being hurt by one of our own, will soon be gone and vanished,
and will only remain as a hurtful memory that too has passed.