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I'm in the process of preparing for a presentation for my US History class on Jeff Miller, a student killed while protesting the Vietnam War in the Kent State University shootings 37 years ago. I've been corresponding with his mother via email and she's telling me the whole story about Jeff: his childhood, his talents, his rigorous passion to see people treated fairly. This report is tearing my fucking heart out. When she responded to my first email, she told me it brought her hope to hear about a young person interested in Jeff's story after he's been gone for almost 4 decades. I feel like I don't even deserve a glimpse into the window that's been opened wide to me. And it's been a serious challenge to me in how I treat and see human beings and social issues affecting the world that I'd previously ignored.
I hope you don't think I'm telling you this so that I sound humble or badass for trying to get involved with something much bigger than myself. I'm telling you I'm just now beginning to understand that there is so much painful shit going on in the world [that just aren't being dealt with] and if I don't start doing something to help other people, I'm going to have the bold realization that I'm wasting the air I breathe every fucking day.
I really didn't see this coming.
I hope you don't think I'm telling you this so that I sound humble or badass for trying to get involved with something much bigger than myself. I'm telling you I'm just now beginning to understand that there is so much painful shit going on in the world [that just aren't being dealt with] and if I don't start doing something to help other people, I'm going to have the bold realization that I'm wasting the air I breathe every fucking day.
I really didn't see this coming.