The boy with the small eyes …
In my nearly 50 years of living here in Kansas, there have been a couple of occasions where I, as my mother would say, “ran into boys looking for trouble.”
Both times involved young adults with firearms. Both times, no one was injured.
For me, these incidents made me understand how precious life can be. For some, the thought of violence happens every day.
It’s the idea that violence comes to a physical body like rain, unprepared and unexpected.
When your mind must work to protect its body from violence, where do your thoughts go from there?