She came from a family of lawyers, but she
wanted to help people for a living as a social worker.
At age 15 when her parents asked her what she
wanted for her birthday
she said nothing for myself, but I’d like you to buy
gifts for the kids who live in the poorest part of town.
So on each of her birthdays thereafter, her parents bought
gifts for those kids in the poorest part of her town.
At age 21 when she was studying in college to be
a social worker, four men stole her car with her in it.
They drove her to a secluded area, raped her and
murdered her.
If there’s a loving God, where was that God for this young
woman who was compassion personified,
and why did such a sweet soul have to die being
raped and murdered to death?
Pisses me off. And I pray with all my heart that when
she died that horrible death that she went to a place so
blissful, so peaceful, that the way she died didn’t matter
and wasn’t even a memory.
Bob Boyd