Discontented

Lost. Lonely. Full of pain. He walked up to the church to pray for the first time in over twenty years. The doors were locked. When did we start locking church doors? Confused. Abandoned. In need of help. She entered the psychiatrist’s office seeking professional care. She had no health insurance and was turned away. The Hippocratic oath no longer applies. Destitute. Hungry. No money for food. He tried to donate a pint of his blood. They no longer offer money in exchange. The juice and cookie made an unsatisfactory meal. The slow student sat in the back of the classroom unable to understand the lesson. The teacher had thirty other students demanding her attention. She was passed on to the next grade without an education. He bought a gun at the local Sporting Goods Store in the only civilized country that makes this so easy to do. Seventeen random college students have their lives taken from them far too young because he couldn’t cope with the pressures of an unfair world. I kiss my six year old’s forehead as he lies, peacefully, sleeping in his bed under Spiderman sheets, hopeful, that someday, he may make a difference.