Trayvons is is looking for codeine.
His pal McKenzie says “The pills”?
Trayvon says “No the liquid”
McKensie says “you need a prescription for that”
This is all speculation on my part.
You need a prescription for both but one is readily prescribed for ant dental work and causes major liver damage if abused.
I am not accusing, I am speculating.
I am not a Dr, but I did stay at a Holiday in Express once.
I am with 2DV here. We are old enough to have grown up when our country, albeit imperfect, still outwardly held to a commonly held moral code of behavior.
Now “the center cannot hold”, and does not exist.
Considering how low we have fallen as a culture, it is hard to hold to that old cultural belief, as Rachel Jeantel explains - but for us elders, comforting to hold to the hope that in the final moments of Trayvon’s dying brain, he might have realized his wrong path, repented, and was saved.
None of us know, and we are not to judge his standing with God. But we can judge his behavior here in this fallen world, as we judge our own failures. We are asked to forgive, if we want to be forgiven, right?
In a sense, we are all guilty, for letting our elected representatives pass laws that encouraged and allowed the complete destruction of families, black and white, and every shade in between.
ah never mind - I will ramble on like an old curmudgeonly aunt that no-one wants to listen to, ...comes with age, I guess.
I am sad for the loss of whatever destroyed potential TM may have had, but am not willing to assume “white man/womans” guilt & burden for it, because it would demean the basic fact that we all have been given freedom of choice, no matter what the circumstances.
I am sorry TM and his family didn’t choose the narrower gate. I feel comfortable that GZ did, and that he will eventually know that he did the right thing, perhaps to benefit all of us, in spite of the cost to himself.
God chooses the least among us, to hold up a mirror for all of us. We need not be proud, for we all have failed.
I better get my old self to bed, before all the incoming arrows arrive...
Thanks for letting me wax metaphysical, Freeper friends.
(You have no idea how grateful my kids are that I can do it here, instead of dumping it all on them!)