May 17, 2013
Sometimes, I get calls from people who want to help me out. They mean well, so I want to explain.
Thanks for the offerÖ
Your kind offer of help was greatly appreciated. I realize that itís a dangerous world we live in and if the truth were known, there are probably more guns on hand in our society than there are people.
And at the same time, it would seem that everybodyís nerves are on edge every minute. Under the circumstances, an individual could easily get gunned down for looking at somebody from out of the corner of their eye. So thanks, for the offerÖ
To be honest, Iíd rather not live in a world where I have to carry a weapon to protect myself. I donít really want to kill anyone, even if they want to kill me. Iíd rather sit down and talk to them and find out what I have done to make them hate me. Maybe thereís been a mistake and they have misunderstood me. Iíd like to have the opportunity to try to work the problem out. Iíd like to let them know how sorry I am that the world has become such an angry place that we can no longer live together in peace and harmony.
And actually, Iím a religious person. I believe that every human being is sacred in the eyes of God. I donít believe the society of which I am a member should place a law enforcement officerís life at stake to protect the public in a society where felons are permitted to own and carry weapons. And I donít believe live ammunition should be left where children have access to it and while I appreciate the willingness to lend me a weapon, Iím afraid Iíll have to pass.
Every day, domestic violence rears its ugly head in neighborhoods blooming with children. Somewhere, a woman lays bleeding while her child sits weeping, and her husband is divested of his weapons and marched off to jail. Nearby, a home invasion is taking place and a familyís meager weekly provisions are being counted out and dumped in a paper bag. The thief departs and the family is relieved of its ability to eat and sleep for the week .
So, anyhow, thanks for the offer. You see, I donít need a weapon. What Iím desperately crying out for is a hundred hope-to-die people who are willing to beg and plead for people to lay down their weapons, to put on the robes of righteousness and cry out for justice.
I want people to lock up their weapons and take their neighbor by the hand, look him or her in the eye and say weíre in this together, help me to help you, so that we can all find our way out of this mess.
Thank you for your offer. I pray God will help us all.