He hadn’t gotten married. Hadn’t had kids. Influenced many. His birthday moments are one sided now, as he was taken from this earth far too soon. There’s enough blame to go around – politics has made calls for decades.
In 2006 he celebrated his last birthday. He headed to Iraq knowing the risk. He faced those who hated Americans for existing. Not just for how we look but for how we live.
As I watch the fallout comments from the Zimmerman trial, I can’t help but think of how many lives are lost to hate. I see how we don’t understand – well ok so let’s talk and tell me what I don’t understand.
I see the many others that were killed that weren’t in the spotlight. One just 13 months old. One engaged. I see the continued violence in Chicago. The Peoria Illinois paper with a man found dead in a car. I see slurs and name calling and hate.
Hate not just for how we look but for how we live. And if we don’t change that, the enemy is here. It’s eroding our way of life without giving to anyone.
Too many birthdays lost to hate.