The World united....not

It came to my intention, today, that hate truly does exist. I saw a woman, who was obviously hurting due to the tears streaming down her face, sitting a local cafe. she had a mug of coffee in her hand but wasn't drinking it. she just stared into it and cried. just then, a man bumped into her table and knocked the cup of coffee over, spilling it into her lap. The woman jumped up and yelped. The man just grunted and said to the woman, "keep your feet in next time".  He turned and left the cafe, leaving the woman standing there, tears in her eyes and coffee down her front. She slowly closed her eyes and just sat down, putting her face in her hands. i wandered over with napkins and a replacement cup of coffee and sat down across from her. she looked up and smiled, taking the napkins and trying to be polite. i asked her what was wrong? She told me that it was nothing and went back to dabbing her shirt to try to clean it. i asked again. She looked me in the eyes and started to cry. Her son was shot and killed . When he turned 18, he wanted to move to Chicago so badly, she said. he lived there with some of his friends and did very well at the college there. He had gone out with some of his friends for a night on the town. they were on their way home when they were mugged. they gave the assailant all their money and valuables, when the thief approached my son, and asked him is he "was a fag". My son stood his ground. he looked the man in the eye and said yes. the man then shot him. After saying this she started crying even harder. she then looked at me said something ill never forget, because it is so true. "what has the world come to when a boy gets shot because he isn't normal. he had given up his money, his watch, even his ring his father had given him for graduating high school, and he was killed because of his sexual preference. i just don't understand why he hated my son."


that hit me hard. and that sentence haunted me, "i just don't understand why he hated my son." individuality is what makes a person who they are. and yet they can hated for it.


Don't hate. Love. its not that hard.