It bothers me that the first four and a half chapters are so sad. Like the Nation, I was grieved and shocked speechless on October 2^nd, 2006, by the shooting of the ten Amish girls, in which five were murdered at the schoolhouse, that occurred just as I was preparing to write this story; the two events, my desire to show a wife and mother coming to faith through events that might happen in anyone’s life, mingled with the revulsion at the closed minds that inevitably led to this degradation and killing as surely as they are linked to those that preceded it and will follow; as a shadow moving from a tree will keep its basic shape. However much the hours distort it. When we deny dignity to the individual then we are lessened as a whole! There’s no one else to say “Enough! My Child deserves more in life than to be a helpless statistic!”  Then those who gave them life-and the children themselves!

            This isn’t the story of a sick, deranged killer. Rather, it’s a story about a young and troubled youth taught by his aged grandmother that we have freedoms in America for which he was fighting, but he choose the wrong way and a terrible injustice occurred.

            What about the child sitting next to you? What about the boy or girl sitting next to your child in school? Is it too much to ask to treat other people as you would have them treat you? Stop the bullying ~ save a life! America's!