Justice

I've come to realize that part of the reason I am not writing as much is because I cant talk about what is on my mind in a public forum--- yet.

I have hired an attorney. The accident my son has encountered has left him permanently deaf in his right ear. I am now searching for a mental heath professional for him as he is having some mood swings. You see the school band plays at some of the home basketball games. Where to they sit and play? In the weight room. He comes home angry and depressed and confused. It sucks and I don't know what to do for him. I have known several people with PTS--- can this be possible? It sucks. And I want to write about our good days and our bad days and share it all with you guys--- but I cant now, for his sake.

I can tell you this.. I can tell you how I have had some light shed on mercy and compassion and justice.

You see, part of the reason my son was so upset is when he was up in the weight room-- not much had changed. The machines were still not bolted down and they were ON TOP OF mats, not directly on the floor. They are still where they are waiting for another kid to be hurt.

Mercy tells you to give shelter the homeless, justice tells you to lobby for better care for mental health and education and job training.

Mercy tells me to forgive, but justice tells me things need to change so this never happens again-- and it hasn't.

This is how it goes with him --- Great things like getting the lead in the high school play--- He is Seymour in Little Shop of Horrors, and bad things like his friends calling me worried about his depression--- which he never had before.

Well I guess it is Friday this is for my son, who I love very much and I would move heaven and earth for.