No to violence, no to verbal abuse, YES TO PEACE ON THE STREETS! I just read Mike Daly's article.

http://www.nydailynews.com/news/2008/05/25/2008-05-25_all_he_could_do_was_comfort_victim-3.html#community


This is a heart breaking story and there is something wrong with the young people that use guns rather than their minds. It seems like twisted wrong thinking so backward because hiding behind guns is cowardice murdering people they hurt the neighborhood and there is no rational although I am sure they feel they were slighted in some way. I feel sorry for the families that lose their loved like this and for the NYPD to have to attempt to police people that have no respect for life and for their community and this city. Where are the leaders having press conferences and rallies every day if that is what it takes to say no? I know there are amazing activists that do speak up but clearly they are not being heard and it means the community and the police must work together along with parents and anyone who can get through the message no to violence, no to verbal abuse and yes to peace on the streets.

(There is a word count and I actually made it and with out my usual typos and or missing words. I am exhausted...woke up exhausted and haunted with what I call NYC dreams -- I think I am recalling people from my past to help me through this transition and I had to leave my home of 20 years and it was 6 month of a very disturbing situation on top of the NYU mega construction  next door destroying St. Ann's as rapidly as possible.  My dreams of significant New Yorkers I think is my soul trying to resuscitate itself...

I really want the excerpt of my short story "The Going" with my thoughts on writing the story as a pod cast in Itunes for a free read and it is about dieing...and even if one is alone in NYC, about not going it alone.   

This heart breaking story written by Mike Daly is the truth, it is really a news report and for the family of the young man that died it must be like their "9-11"...the collapse of their world as they new it, the worst loss, losing a child.  I dream of having children.  I can't imagine losing children...I think of this man who held his hand as he lay on the street, shot in the groin by some coward.   Who else but a coward would do such a thing.  What fragile people posing behind macho tough stances that they have get guns and shot someone and for what?

I thought of the boxer who uses his hands to fight at that moment using his hand to comfort a young man dieing on the street who should be alive today.  I thought of my story "The Going" and about dieing, how you miss the people, you miss your neighborhood, the trees how much you miss and I am sure this young man will be missed.