On that Wednesday, the day of his execution, I was down at that prison. I protested. I shouted. I screamed. I cried. I prayed. I fought because I believe in serving justice and being fair. Sometimes, I wonder if we as humans have anything to believe in anymore. I wonder if we even value the life of the next person, whether we know them or not. This world seems so cruel and chaotic that it's hard to not just believe in something but fight for that belief without being persecuted or bullied. It is my opinion that having a belief and fighting for that belief is a part of what makes us who we are. It's a part of our value system.
That Wednesday, I really came to understand who I am and what I stood for...
This week's Motivational Monday is about fighting for your believes and finding yourself.
This post is dedicated to the memory of Troy Davis and all the other souls who have been unfairly and unjustly put to death.
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