Yesterday I started reading a book called "Zlata's Diary" that I mentioned a while back. In it I read about the war that Zlata went through over 15 years ago. It made me think about how fortunate I am and how God has blessed me by allowing me to live in a safe area of the city. However I have three friends that live in Mexico where things are not safe at all. There are shootings on the other side of the border at the university I attend, my friends Yadira, her brother live in Moros and they have been forced to see things that good people should not see.
The drug dealers are wicked people and they cause the violence that happens on the border and all the death. Some friends of mine say all the violence can be stopped if they make the drugs legal here, I do not believe it though. It makes me think greatly, to observe, to research, and to write. I like to write stories and this has been bubbling in my head for a while, but I won't say much about it. It makes me look for books on these things and read them, so that I may use them in the future as a teacher to make the students in this city realize the evils that exist.
Sometimes I don't think I have such abilities though, sometimes I feel my ideals, the ideals my parents brought me up with, are things today's culture does not want to think about. I live in a time where people do not care for others and only care for themselves, where people want to do nothing but spend, spend, spend on just themselves! It makes me feel so sick!
Sometimes I feel there are no more good people in the world, but I know that there are some people who share my ideals, people who want to put an end to all of this. That is all for now.
-Lucas