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South Carolina shooter became a cancer

Every day I wake up hating cancer and what it is does to people. I hate what the cancer takes away from good, active lives. I hate what the cure does to wreck the body and, more often than not, destroy the mind’s will. I hate the way it takes away so much from the caregivers, the family, and the friends of those battling the cancer.

No one’s lives are every the same. No one is every completely healed. No one ever forgets. I hate cancer every second of every day. It has taken away some of my close friends. It has taken away some young people who never had a chance to enjoy life except for just a few short years. Most importantly, it took away my wife that was such a big part of my life.

Yes, every day I wake up hating cancer, but every day I continue to love the life that I have, the family and friends I have and the people that I meet for the first time each day.

Oh, I still complain when it is too cold, too hot, too rainy, and too dry. I still complain if the line is too long, the store is already closed or the car is making noise that I have no idea what the noise is.

Yep, I still complain about Democrats and Republicans, cutting grass, taking out the garbage, bills in the mail, not enough choices on TV and the internet as fast as it is will never be fast enough.

Yes, every day I wake up hating cancer, but I never wake up hating any of those things I just mentioned. I never wake up hating people that don’t share the same views or have the same beliefs that I do. I never wake up hating people because of what they have and I don’t or people that don’t care to help others and I do.

Not one single morning do I wake up hating anyone because their skin is a different color than mine, their religion is different than mine, their nationality is different than mine, and their ancestry, their flag, their hometown or anything is different about them than me.

And I don’t let my hatred of cancer get in the way of how I lead my life each day or how I would help someone in need or do my job. It hasn’t taken my seriousness away or the way I joke and laugh.

Yes, every morning I wake up hating cancer and every day, I wish it would go away or be cured. I wish it would disappear from our lives, our bodies, and our vocabularies. One day, it will.

And although I have that hatred for a big thing and I complain about a lot of little things, I cannot imagine any human being on this earth believing that their hatred is so important, so life-changing, and so vital to all of existence that they would allow themselves to become a cold-blooded murderer. That they have the right to walk into a church with a loaded gun and just start shooting innocent, unarmed, helpless people while they worship the very being that gave that same individual life.

No, we don’t live in a sick world. We live in a wonderful world that has just enough sick people in it to add discomfort and sorrow into our lives.

There are people in Middle Eastern countries that believe they have the right to exterminate anyone that doesn’t share their beliefs or their heritage. They are gruesome, cowardly murders as well, hiding behind masks.

It upsets me each time I read or hear about a mass shooting in a school, a theater, at a college, at the mall or in a church. I’m certainly not alone because it upsets many, many others as well.

Blame it on the television, movies, video games, split families, lenient parenting and teaching or just a “there’s nothing I can do about” attitude, it’s out there.

Just think, these same people that do these despicable acts spend hours upon hours planning, think, acquiring, developing, researching and then executing. Many are actually pretty smart. But just think, what if they put that same effort into something good. Helping those less fortunate, the elderly that can’t care for themselves, the sick and injured that need a helping hand or just a little lift in their spirits. Just think, what if one of those same people could put the same effort in and find a cure for cancer.

What happened to those parishioners in Charleston, South Carolina never should have happened. No one should have that much or that kind of hatred in their minds and in their hearts. Unfortunately, there was someone like that and those parishioners were the victims of that hatred.

I will wake up every morning hating cancer, even when it is gone.

It took away someone I loved very much, just like that 21-year old did in Charleston, South Carolina to so many others. He was hoping to start a Civil War. What he did was become a cancer.

South Carolina shooter became a cancer

Every day I wake up hating cancer and what it is does to people. I hate what the cancer takes away from good, active lives. I hate what the cure does to wreck the body and, more often than not, destroy the mind’s will. I hate the way it takes away so much from the caregivers, the family, and the friends of those battling the cancer.

No one’s lives are every the same. No one is every completely healed. No one ever forgets. I hate cancer every second of every day. It has taken away some of my close friends. It has taken away some young people who never had a chance to enjoy life except for just a few short years. Most importantly, it took away my wife that was such a big part of my life.

Yes, every day I wake up hating cancer, but every day I continue to love the life that I have, the family and friends I have and the people that I meet for the first time each day.

Oh, I still complain when it is too cold, too hot, too rainy, and too dry. I still complain if the line is too long, the store is already closed or the car is making noise that I have no idea what the noise is.

Yep, I still complain about Democrats and Republicans, cutting grass, taking out the garbage, bills in the mail, not enough choices on TV and the internet as fast as it is will never be fast enough.

Yes, every day I wake up hating cancer, but I never wake up hating any of those things I just mentioned. I never wake up hating people that don’t share the same views or have the same beliefs that I do. I never wake up hating people because of what they have and I don’t or people that don’t care to help others and I do.

Not one single morning do I wake up hating anyone because their skin is a different color than mine, their religion is different than mine, their nationality is different than mine, and their ancestry, their flag, their hometown or anything is different about them than me.

And I don’t let my hatred of cancer get in the way of how I lead my life each day or how I would help someone in need or do my job. It hasn’t taken my seriousness away or the way I joke and laugh.

Yes, every morning I wake up hating cancer and every day, I wish it would go away or be cured. I wish it would disappear from our lives, our bodies, and our vocabularies. One day, it will.

And although I have that hatred for a big thing and I complain about a lot of little things, I cannot imagine any human being on this earth believing that their hatred is so important, so life-changing, and so vital to all of existence that they would allow themselves to become a cold-blooded murderer. That they have the right to walk into a church with a loaded gun and just start shooting innocent, unarmed, helpless people while they worship the very being that gave that same individual life.

No, we don’t live in a sick world. We live in a wonderful world that has just enough sick people in it to add discomfort and sorrow into our lives.

There are people in Middle Eastern countries that believe they have the right to exterminate anyone that doesn’t share their beliefs or their heritage. They are gruesome, cowardly murders as well, hiding behind masks.

It upsets me each time I read or hear about a mass shooting in a school, a theater, at a college, at the mall or in a church. I’m certainly not alone because it upsets many, many others as well.

Blame it on the television, movies, video games, split families, lenient parenting and teaching or just a “there’s nothing I can do about” attitude, it’s out there.

Just think, these same people that do these despicable acts spend hours upon hours planning, think, acquiring, developing, researching and then executing. Many are actually pretty smart. But just think, what if they put that same effort into something good. Helping those less fortunate, the elderly that can’t care for themselves, the sick and injured that need a helping hand or just a little lift in their spirits. Just think, what if one of those same people could put the same effort in and find a cure for cancer.

What happened to those parishioners in Charleston, South Carolina never should have happened. No one should have that much or that kind of hatred in their minds and in their hearts. Unfortunately, there was someone like that and those parishioners were the victims of that hatred.

I will wake up every morning hating cancer, even when it is gone.

It took away someone I loved very much, just like that 21-year old did in Charleston, South Carolina to so many others. He was hoping to start a Civil War. What he did was become a cancer.

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