Zimmerman Trial ... Part 1

Talk about a rough start! Whew! No matter what beliefs you carry, this is a very sad case for you too. At least it should be.

We have a 17 year old kid. Dead. Instantly. A family that will never see their loved one again, except through pictures and memories. Many of which will include the final images of his deceased body lying on a wet, dark, cold ground. Alone. Eyes open, mouth ajar, and limbs reaching for life. His loved ones will forever be burdened with his cries, his screams for help will ring in their ears and they won’t ever go away.

Even writing these facts make me ill to my stomach, however they are just that…facts.

Next, there is the 29 year old man. He is afraid for his neighborhood, and burdened by a previous act of crime in this area. He is admittedly a bit overzealous about the possibility of crime in his neighborhood, and has made several, somewhat extreme attempts, to ensure that his home as well as the homes of his neighbors are safe.

The kid was carrying a watermelon flavored Arizona Iced Tea & a bag of Skittles. The adult was carrying a fully loaded, semi-automatic pistol.

Sadly, their worlds collided on a dark & rainy Sunday night in February 2012, the rest is history…