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[quote=Anonymous]Buck up, people?  What an ass.

When I was five, my best friend and I were molested at the playground.  She was hanging from a high bar, afraid to jump down.  I called for help to a passing teenager, who stripped and fondled her while she was still hanging up, terrified.  She fell from the bar, exhausted, while he was fondling me.  Her younger brother was there and was very upset.  We never told anyone, but our friendship was never the same.

I was driving through Rock Creek Park - more than fifteen years ago - and a car turned in from a side street, speeding.  The door swung open and a woman was pushed out, barefoot, stumbling to the side of the road.  She was hoarsely crying "they raped me, they raped me."  I didn't have a cell phone, and the traffic pushed me past her.  I have always wondered whether she was able to get justice and is OK.

I looked out of my apartment window one morning to see an addict fellating a dealer in an alley.  The addicted man was so thin, grey, stooped, just the most miserable looking human being.  The dealer looked like a biker.  He seemed completely untroubled, businesslike.  I've never felt such sadness over strangers.

I also worked for several law practices and saw terrible things there, but the one I can't forget is a series of photos from a car accident, for a civil suit we were preparing.  Please don't read this if you are at all sensitive.  A failing salesman had gone off the rails, moved into a motel and was drinking himself to death.  He went to buy more liquor, crossed the midline and collided with a mother of three, whose minivan burst into flames.  The photos showed her charred body, clothes burned off, shiny with melted fat, and his broken body.  His face had hit the steering wheel, and his upper jaw had somehow been turned inside out and upwards, with his teeth spread out in the crushed flesh.  The crotch of his pants had somehow been sliced open, and his penis and scrotum lay to one side, the flesh in the crease  sliced down to the bone.   I think about how little he must have valued his life to go down this path, and how the outcome of his feelings of worthlessness was so much worse than anything he could possibly have imagined.  I wish he had found redemption.  And her - of course I think about her innocence, out grocery shopping, thinking about her family, and this horror visited on her in seconds through no fault of her own.  I think of it sometimes when I am out alone, headed to the grocery store after dark, and my gratitude when i get home safely is overwhelming.  [/quote]

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