Life is not fair!

You hear that all the time. And yes it is true, life is not fair. Life is not fair at all. As I was thinking about what to blog tonight, I was reminded of a case I worked over a year ago. I wrote this on the way home from the interview: Shot and killed. A nightmare. My reality. I often wonder . . . What went through his head? Besides the bullets His child? Me? His father. Children at play. Darkness. God. That bitch. Yes, guilty. Well, no - - not guilty I was only defending What little was left of me When he was on top of me I’d wish his weight would crush my chest That he would not notice I have ceased to breathe. You see my body, beaten, broken. But when I saw the way he looked at innocence I shot and killed evil. I was only defending What little was left of me My child. As far as I know, she is still in jail and her child is in foster care. Yeah, life is not fair. But I hope this puts things in perspective. It did for me. Today I Feel: