Ramp to nowhere: the morning after fire destroyed the Sway Fun glider.
Where were you on the Saturday night after Thanksgiving? That’s what the police will be asking you, if they ever discover that you were responsible for the apparent act of arson that lit up the field behind our house like a campfire gone awry. Have you thought about what you might say? If your alibi doesn’t persuade the authorities of your innocence, they’re likely to stare into your guilty eyes and demand an answer to the question the whole neighborhood is wondering: What were you thinking?
I can only speculate – and hope – that you weren’t thinking. Because if your irresponsible and cowardly crime was the deliberate end of thoughtful planning, then breaking the law is merely the beginning of your problems. I would prefer to think that you are young, perhaps one of several peers involved in a prank that got out of hand before it could be stopped, and the whole unfortunate incident is very much contrary to your character. I would like to believe that you are ashamed of your actions and consumed with regret. I wish that you could muster the tremendous courage to step forward, admit what you have done, and begin the long journey to make a complete reparation for it. That is the most optimistic scenario I can envision. Read More