The gift of tranquility

It is a calm, almost balmy, May evening on the waterfront in Kingston.  Folks are strolling and absorbing the warmth and the quiet.

As I walk along, I am troubled, however, thinking of the young man, a stranger to me, who chose to end his life this week by throwing himself from the 17th floor of the apartment building where I live.  I grieve for him and for his family.  As I soak up the beautiy of this early summer night, I am saddened that this fellow, a boy really, must have felt such overwhelming turmoil and despair and that he will never again experience this peacefulness.

It is heartbreaking.






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