Injustice
As a child I remember the first time injustice entered my life as reality. Up until that moment injustices were something you saw in the movies. In the end, good conquered evil and everything was right with the world again. But this was “real life”, not the movies, and this type of injustice couldn't possibly happen. I remember in that moment, even though I was so young, I felt a great anger, how could this be? I remember the passion I felt, I wanted justice to be done! I had a voice and I was determined to stand up and use it. I would make a difference! I was going to let my voice be heard, and people would listen. I used that voice several times with great passion, and several times I was broken by someone that either chuckled at my determination or had a negative response to my outbursts. I don’t think that I was alone in this, we become conditioned to believe there are too many injustices in the world and we can’t make a difference. The thing I remember most was the great pass
