What's right?
My heart is heavy for a childhood friend who lost his grandson to a seemingly random act of violence. And yet, my head is swimming with the story of the act that took his life - so many choices leading up to and in that moment where it didn't have to be this way.
Playing with guns.
Drug deals.
A teenager at someone else's house at 2am on a school night.
Drinking.
Cowardice.
Is it my privilege speaking, that I didn't have to make the decision in that moment? Am I looking at this from the perspective of having the luxury of better choices - I mean, the choice between a pillow and a rock is one thing, but what about a rock and a hard place? I don't really know, as I haven't been friends with him and his family for a long time.
But I'm angry at the carelessness of it all.
All I see of his mother's social media is a stream of anguish since he was shot, and his subsequent death. But her social media before was filled with worry and conflict.
Sigh.
The kid was 17, just over a year older than Will.
I'm just sad.
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