Today, minutes ago, I found out that the brother of my oldest friend, who I grew up with, shot and killed his wife, just outside Houston Texas, and his grown son was shot twice by him, and forced to shoot back, in an attempt to save his mother and himself. He shot and killed his father, and finally jumped through a window in order to save himself.
This is someone I've slept under the same roof with for more than 50 years. Whose sister was once my closest, first friend. As a child, I knew there were serious problems, but what do you do? I hoped he had found peace. Instead, he found mayhem and death.
Two families have been again condemned to a living hell. The parents were as close to me in ways as my own. I was sleeping in their home when I learned my own house had burned to the ground, and we lost everything.
He was always a sweet, shy, reluctant to share person. Not graced with a good personality, considered ugly, made fun of, his life has ended. But not the suffering that follows. There is no way I condone his behavior. But it began a half century ago.
What does it take us to understand how our actions affect others? I know more about the family than I want to. They condemned drinking, yet it was there, hidden. He was condemned on so many levels, and now the remainders of his family are condemned.
I have two other relatives who are hanging on, victims again of AL, as well as a friend I met here. They will never recover. Not being dramatic, but true. I am older, have seen more. What can I do to make you who are younger understand how important it is to see how your actions affect others? Alcohol = death. That's it.
Man, ex-wife dead after shootout in Manvel home | abc13.com
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