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I remember walking through NYC with some friends years ago. At a certain point, I looked at the neighborhood and said, ''we have to get out of here now !''. The people around me had grown up in the city, but they were absolutely unaware of how dangerous it was.
We wound up hopping in a wreck of an old cab, the hood open two inches and steam coming out of the radiator.
I'm really sorry for your friends. Really very sorry. But all the money in the world won't change things, and I wonder if you remember what a stir this caused the last time you brought it up. I'd like to think that something good could come out of this. After all MADD was started by a single woman. If you find something positive that you can turn this into, I'd like to hear about it, and maybe we can help.
Until then, this is an inside job, something that you have to transform inside of yourself, and the people around you. Sometimes with death, we can give it meaning, or make it mean something. Often though, we simply need to find peace within ourselves.
Let us know if there is anything we can do.
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