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[dorkinb]

John sits at a table eating his one dollar hamburger that he just bought. He reads a newspaper that was sitting at the table he chose to eat at. While reading and getting mighty involved in the stories of the world, he stops to look at his surroundings. What he sees is a wide range of different people. There are people of all kinds of race. He notices the hard thug type that likes to act tougher than every body. He even gained a stare down and flinch from one of them. He notices there is a family and they are a typical southern family. The type that the father gets upset at every little thing done. He notices working class people and a church preacher. Some punk looking kids walk in sporting their Mohawks and pride on the sleeve. Then out of the corner of his eye he notices a man in a shirt and tie walk in. There was something different about this man. His facial expression was one of pure hate. He then notices that the man is carrying a big shotgun. His eyes quickly race over to the workers behind the counter. Nobody has yet to realized this man has a gun. The man walks up to the counter pulls up his gun and shoots. The woman behind the counter flies to the back wall. The boy then jumps under the table. He sees everyone panic and try to get out of the store. The man with the gun raises it again and shots a middle aged black male right in the head. John watches as the man just picks off people as he walks. The facial expression he has is one of pride in what he is doing. This man just seems to not care. The man continues on his rampage and finally decides not to shoot any more people. The man walks out of the store and goes and opens his door to get in to his car. As he does so John watches a man run from the store and shot the man in the back of the head. After everything settles as much as it can settle, One thing John notices is that everyone is helping each other. The preacher helps out the punk kids and the working class people ask around to make sure every one is ok. A black man runs over and tries to revive one of the victims. Even the hip hop thug that earlier flinched at John comes and ask if he is ok. John sits in silence. Realizing that no matter what appearance or look or attitude somebody has they all are people. We all are people. He realizes that we all deep down in side care for each other. John stands up and watches as the police and paramedics arrive and just shouts out three words to let everyone hear it. I LOVE YOU.

I guess what I am trying to say is. Lets be nice to each other, and even if we see people that are different or mean or hating on us, relize they are caring deep down inside. ( I apologize that this is so random )

~b