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why does everyone justtalk amongst themselvesabout how they musthelp their brothers.no one seem toreally give acare if anyonereally lives or dies.We got people in our groups who are al talk. In fact, I think most of us are about ALL TALK.We get a good idea. We share it... and it just sounds sooooo goood... that we just toally forget. Then it comes up every once in a while. Then it's gone.I just posted a bulletin on myspace that says...[and i quote:]this week i've now witnessed twoincidents where the innocent and in a way.. helpless... get robbed.not just literally of course.but when someone robs somethin dear of yours with anger... you feel it.and the feeling lingers.when someone breaks into your car. you will be afraid to park in a "shady" neighborhood.when you get your house broken into.. you feel there's no safe place anywhere.one lady got her purse stolen by my work. I turn and see a figure run by while three men chase after the thief. Coward. She was old and weak. why?why her? someone's grandma?she might not be able to pay something? maybe won't be able to call the plumber about her broken shower and toilet.who knows. but why?!he got away in a car he had set up.he even organized it!!!what the hell?And just a short while ago...and old man got attacked.two young individuals [male, in gender] attacked an old man.beat him up and took his wallet.they were dressed in a formal fashion, this man was just walking his bike home... wherever that may be... and they just beat him...I was sitting talking away about this and that... things that may never matter. then I hear a guy yellingAAHHH HELP!!! So I slowly go outside and se two figure about 30 yards away attackin someone. i slowly walk towards them and see that one is walking in my direction. he calmly looks at me and says "they're drunk. crazy"then i see him get into a white car that must've known that it was "time".one guy was still beating up the old man and he said something about his wallet. and then the same guy who was attacking the older man runs towards me. saying..."hey homie. you want some too?"instinctively i run away. scared for my life.he jumps into the same car.cowards.why beat up an old man?what did he do?are you going to go buy pot? beer?pay off your debt.this world is scary.after running inside i go out cause i hear sirens from an ambulance. I see about three cop cars and an ambulance. i see the old man. bloody. sadfrightened.in psalms david says that he will stand up for the weak and fatherless.and defend the cause of the poor and righteous. [if not something along those lines].the point is....he was a king. and honest.he could easily be hand fed everyday and relax for most of his life.we are more capable than most people to help our own brothers and sisters and nieghbors.man....I'm amazed at how much can be caused by evil.i need to talk to someone..im me.-lionambience[end quote]and soo... I figured. I have a journal. Why not put it in there. Cause it sounds good. I would hate to have forgotten it. I'm basically in one of those moods where no answer will satisfy you. Where one answer will satisfy for a minute but will only raise another ten questions.Where a blank is only as white as it's darkest area. it's shawdow.man. i'm just alking crazy now.