On a true-life crime story the other day, the situation was so comical (yet sad) that I knew it couldn't be real. It was the follow-up of a young man who had killed his mother. That's not funny, right? Wait. The killing took place some years ago, when the guy was a teenager, and this is how it played out.
The guy was talking to his girlfriend on the phone, planning their date for the night. His mother came in and started yelling at him, calling his girlfriend all kinds of names. He very calmly said to the girl on the phone, "I'll talk to you later... I'mma kill this bitch". He put down the phone, got his gun, and killed his mother. Then, he took her body and threw it in the river, went home and took a shower, and went out on his date.
How many times have we felt angry enough to kill somebody, but listened to the voice in our heads that tells us that killing is wrong? What happened to this guy's voice... or to the voices of many youths of today? They are killing each other in record numbers, and it is impossible to get into their minds that life is not a video game... when you kill people, they stay dead!! They don't get it!!
My anger usually only lasts a little while, and then fades into questions. Why would anybody want to hurt me in the way that they did? If I killed them, I'd never know the answer. Fortunately, even though I cannot say that I am a friend to all the people who have hurt me, I have managed to move on without serving a jail term.
About this guy killing his mother... I just don't know! There were many times that I thought my mother was going to kill me (and she had that right... just didn't take advantage of it), but killing her was never on my radar screen. They didn't say anything more about the guy, but I know he'll "burn" for that murder. You just don't kill your mother!!
