I worked with a father whose son killed himself with a gun he had in the house. The young man's fiance called off their wedding. I don't know why. In despair, the boy went home and the gun was just there, loaded or he knew where the bullets were kept, in the house. There was no time to reflect, to pull out of that sadness, to talk to somebody and feel hope or joy again. The young man took the gun and shot himself and it was over - for him.
The man I knew and his wife will probably never entirely get over the grief of having their child dead before him and the guilt of providing his son with the ultimate solution. His siblings might wonder why it wasn't them. The fiance was not the only reason but certainly lives with knowing that her decision was the catalyst for his choice. As we move faster and faster, we take less and less time to think about our moods and our actions. I think there is a cost to our humanity, our sense of community, our serenity, our passion. What happens to our connection to our own and others' spirits, and to the planet. Please BLINK!
