It sounded like music. Nobody sits there until my son gets here. Now, Ross is in such pain, I don't think he can walk past that apartment. A link in our family chain is forever broken. Hate and love are the most powerful of emotions.
Hearts are the seeds of motivation for all acts.
This act of hate has inspired the most profound outpouring of love I've known. I sit on my parents' floor and read stacks of mailings. Thousands of letters, from all over the world, pack two huge Tupperware containers. The healing will take some time. Just recently, the Ku Klux Klan marched in our hurting town.