Last February my now brother in-laws brother was stabbed and killed in Chinatown. He and his brothers have a lived a tough life. They have battled poverty, drugs, alcohol, homelessness, mental, emotional, and physical abuse. My brother in law has battled through and is a fairly healthy individual now. Four days ago he became depressed and overdosed on pain killers and alcohol. Had my sister not been there he would have died. He is one of the most kind and generous people that I know. He is now hospitalized and making strides towards recovery. His brother died out of senseless violence.
I continually think about how we can end violence. How do we teach people to talk about disputes instead committing acts of violence. And who am I to tell anyone how to live. I grew up in a white house in northern New Hampshire. Sure, my life was not perfect, but I had a warm bed and loving parents.
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