I don’t know about you but I am developing a list of things that people have said to me that have made me go “WHAT?”. I think some day I may put it into an instructional book of what not to say.
This one may be right at the top of the list. I’d love to move past this anger. I was never an angry person (okay sarcastic, yes – angry, no). I have always been able to find the humour in a situation. I’m really struggling with this one. Now even my humour is angry. I think that it’s because people just don’t understand how hurtful this crime is for the victims. First, we have a loved one ripped away from us so violently and then we get told that they/we don’t count. So, I thought perhaps I would put it into another scenario that most people could relate to.
Imagine that your Father/Mother/Husband/Wife/Sister/Brother/Son/Daughter/Best Friend/ Loved One runs out to the corner store to pick up milk. What they don’t know is that at the same moment someone is in there robbing the store. He/She has a gun in their pocket but they don’t intend to use it. In fact, they have never held a gun before. Your Loved One opens the door setting off the bell announcing a new customer. It startles the robber, the gun falls from their pocket and accidentally goes off. The bullet ricochets off of the pop machine and hits your loved one, killing them instantly. The robber is caught but they are Impaired by alcohol or drugs.
How would you feel if they were only charged with shoplifting?
That’s why I am angry.