Somebody's grandmother.
Somebody's mother.
Sombody's brother.
Sombody's child.
Refugees the world over died of hunger today.
People died in Darfur because of hate and ignorance.
People died in Iraq today because of ego and fear.
I just can't find it in me to feel bad for Heath. If anything I feel sad for his daughter, and his family. For him though? He's cashed his final check. He's done for this go around. Only thing left for him is whatever comes after this, and the only one who knows that for sure is him. So, no, I don't really care much.
I hope that if I had a friend who was that low, I'd see some sign, and find some way to help. I hope that if I was that low, someone would step up and show me some love.
I'm not passing judgement, I'm just offering some perspective. He was an actor and he was good. But he wasn't a friend of mine, and he wasn't any more important than any of the other people who died sad deaths today. But perhaps his death was slightly less important than the people who died today who were trying their damnedest to stay alive.
That's allz I'm sayin'.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
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