mysteriew
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I didn't want to post this in the smile forum, it made me cry. You just have to read this. So sad, but so inspirational.
This happened in our city, not too many days before Christmas.
And as many instructive stories do, it begins with great sadness but ends with a great gift.
Denise, 15, was visiting her friends on the evening of Nov. 13 at their home, in the James A. Cayce public housing development on South Seventh Street. The girls were in an upstairs bedroom fixing each others' hair, they said when it happened.
Gunshots sounded on the street below. Denise's two friends, who knew the routine, immediately dropped to the bedroom floor for cover. But Denise did not know and did not drop for cover. And her young life ended.
So this was the awful thing that had happened. And the grief, sadness and loss kept happening, the circles spreading outward to envelop family and neighbors and city.
What's a neighborhood to do when such a random horror happens when a beautiful and good girl such as Denise is lost because she was sitting in the wrong space at the wrong moment?
Where should the anger go when a young life is canceled because somewhere out the window in the dark, down on the street below, there is a gun and madness?
So here is what happened next:
http://www.tennessean.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20051225/OPINION03/512250357/1054
This happened in our city, not too many days before Christmas.
And as many instructive stories do, it begins with great sadness but ends with a great gift.
Denise, 15, was visiting her friends on the evening of Nov. 13 at their home, in the James A. Cayce public housing development on South Seventh Street. The girls were in an upstairs bedroom fixing each others' hair, they said when it happened.
Gunshots sounded on the street below. Denise's two friends, who knew the routine, immediately dropped to the bedroom floor for cover. But Denise did not know and did not drop for cover. And her young life ended.
So this was the awful thing that had happened. And the grief, sadness and loss kept happening, the circles spreading outward to envelop family and neighbors and city.
What's a neighborhood to do when such a random horror happens when a beautiful and good girl such as Denise is lost because she was sitting in the wrong space at the wrong moment?
Where should the anger go when a young life is canceled because somewhere out the window in the dark, down on the street below, there is a gun and madness?
So here is what happened next:
http://www.tennessean.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20051225/OPINION03/512250357/1054
