Today, I stood on a street near my house and I cried. I cried for the child that was shot on that street, for the mother who lost that child, for the senselessness of the act that killed that child. I cried when the mother said the bullet was supposed to be for her and she would gladly have taken it if her child could live. I cried when the mother said that only one car stopped and offered help when she was on the ground next to her child, trying frantically to keep her alive.
Today, I stood on a street near my house and I cried for what the world has become.
— Deborah Lee
Anchorage
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