this is not a drill: "there is no rhyme or reason to it. i feel so lost. so useless. there is nothing that can be done to change what happened. nothing that will ever console the hearts of my friends."
Naseem came into the coffee shop Saturday morning. I thougth she looked like she had lost her best friend. It was her best friend's little brother. As she told me how he had been hit by a car while riding his bike, what his life had meant to her and how hopless it all seemed, I suffered along with her. I had the privlage experience the best in being a pastor and a barista... being a listener. God, be with Naseem and those who suffer at Captian's death.
