Harley Duvall
Hate
Hate. That is the word that keeps running through my mind. Hate. How could someone
hate? Do we all hate at some point without even knowing it? Do some people take hate too far? I
am reading about the lives of the victims in the Orlando Pulse Nightclub shooting. My heart is
heavy. 49 innocent lives were taken. 49 daughters, sons, aunts, uncles, sisters, brothers,
neighbors, coworkers, friends. 49 beautiful lives had no idea when they awoke that day, they
would have a fun night out and it would be their last. 49 lives that will always be remembered,
always be accounted for. 49 lives that will never be replaced. 49 lives that was somebody’s
everything.
It changes a person’s outlook. Relative or not, I feel as if I take my life for granted now.
