My journey happened about five or six years ago in a small town.  It was a normal day; every one was working, going to school doing what they had to do.  What was about to happen no one ever thought would, but it would change the life of many, not just me.  A teenage son was home only to become enraged with so much anger that he picked up a shotgun from the gun rack in the corner of an ordinary house and waited until the time when the father of four children would come to the ordinary house from a hard day’s work only to be shot by this teenage son not knowing what had happened.  The teenage son then got in the car the father had just driven home in and drove and drove until he ran out of gas miles from the ordinary house.  The teenage son was found in the car sleeping, with tears of sorrow down his face, by a passing police man. The teenage son confessed instantly regretting, what he had done. 

The body of the father was then found on the floor of the ordinary house after the teenage son told the police man what had happened.  The family of the father was told about his tragic death; every one was devastated. One of the younger sons of the father cried and cried till he could not cry any more; his whole life had changed.  The weekends at Dad’s where no longer possible, no more fishing, hunting, camping, or midday naps before getting ready to eat supper.  The younger son no longer enjoys any sports without his father there to cheer him on; he became unsociable and unhopeful for what seemed like an eternity.