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Jul 11, 2005 by Rose

I’ve probably been close to death more times than I could count, but I’ve never realised it. Some days the thread that holds apart the realm of life and death appears so small. It could all be over in one millisecond.

Yet it was just an hour and a half away a group of people blew up a bunch of innocent people going about their daily lives. An hour and half away and who knows, it could have easily have been me or someone I loved.

I read the online papers and I force myself to read their stories, because mixed up in the lines of horror are the words of relief, of prayers and thanks for a life saved.

It’s a shame the state of the world at times, and as I send out my prayers for the victims of this horrible tragedy, my prayers also go to those who did this awful deed.

It is not the soul of the person who performs the evil deed, it is the evil that lives behind the deed – and if my beliefs about mankind are valid, then it is those souls who need the most prayer of all. It is too easy to hate, and in hating we fuel the hatred that threatens to envelope the globe. Is there good hate and bad hate? I don’t believe so.