Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show.
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Another one gone
I found this at the local park last weekend, and it caused me to pause. Scoot was a sometimes visitor in a youth group that I volunteered with. About a month ago he was shot in a sports bar just before closing time. He was the local pharmacist for the middle school set and I am sure he made enemies (he was shot accidentally by a friend) but he was always polite and quick with a smile. I am sorry that I never got to see him as a regular at the church (any of the four churches)that he walked passed everyday.
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I am sorry too. All we can do is hope that we made some difference.
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