Vista, CA- I'm housesitting tonight, in a really warm home, fading fast, all alone. What a long day it has been. I woke up this morning to the sad news of an young woman in Northern Iraq who got stoned and kicked to death. Horrible.
After a long day at work, one of my closest friends was emotionally torn from the injustice.
Injustice... so common in todays times. I guess there's always been injustice in this world. I can only wonder whether or not there are any true heroes left to battle the injustice we are surrounded with. Are there any heroes left?
I continue to walk around this beautiful home I house sit and notice thousands of pictures on the wall, of children, family, and friends. I wonder if I'll ever have a home of my own with similar pictures of my children, family, and friends as well. I hope that the injustices of this world don't delete my hopes of having such a dream.
That girl that got stoned to death had dreams. Will anyone fight for the hopes she lost? She was a child on someone's picture on someone's wall in someone's house.
Oh, God, I wish there was something more I could do to defeat the evil injustices than just sit here alone in this house.
It's quite in this warm house. It's quiet like the still before a storm.
