I was twenty-one when I took a Greyhound across the country into Maine. It was a long and brutal trip, and I was travelling from BC; so I was on the bus for five full days. Needless to say, on Day Five, when I went through Niagara Falls and Buffalo, NY, I was exhausted and hoping to get some sleep, so I pretended that I was sleeping and guarded the seat beside me jealously.
But the bus was really crowded; packed like sardines. And so eventually, because I present like a tough cookie but am actually a marshmallow, I invited a young man to sit beside me.
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I could not agree with you more. We have to be taught to hate and fear and no one wants to kill others, until taught. Our white ex
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It sure would be nice if we could remember how not to want to kill each other. Thanks for your thoughts!
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Sadly it is becoming apparent that violence is an increasing part of our lives in North America. Even if you haven't been personal
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When I was six, I used to take off on my bike to the beach in the summer with a couple of bucks in my pocket to buy lunch at the c