This morning, I was annoyed by the constant thwapping of a nearby helicopter. Sometimes, it takes me a while to wake up, and for the first hour or so, I forget that the world does not revolve around me . . . that the chopper was not there to annoy me-it was there to do it's job. As is often the case, choppers in the sky usually mean crime. Today, they'd found a body.
It's slightly easier to deal with crime-in this case-homicide when it's far enough away to be "elsewhere". That could be a different part of the city, or a different part of the world. But when it happens in my backyard, it feels a little heavier. I easily could have walked to the crime scene today. The body was discovered in an area that leads me to assume that the crime grew from the neighborhood that surrounds me. I further assume that it was unnecessary, and probably the result of severe misunderstanding. Who are my neighbors anyway?
I refuse to walk on eggshells in the shadow of violent crimes that happen in my hood, but I will no doubt keep my eyes open. Our neighbors are human beings, assumabley, and deserve to be treated so. The key to creating a murder-free neighborhood is simply for everyone who lives there to refrain from murdering anyone. I vow to do my part . . .
Replace your innocence with sorrow-
for she will never again see tomorrow.
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