I lost one of my parents through cancer. There are times I wished they were shot in the alley because at least I'd have someone to be angry at.

Alas my faith determines that it was the parts we play as the world is a stage.

I cope by playing my part. I speak fondly. I forgive and learned to be content with the lack of answers. The if only had to stop. I can't stop every poor choice, bad action, or accident.

Hopefully that helps. The violence done to me in my past didn't lead to death. After about 15 years I was able to forgive my bullies and random people who harmed me for my skin color and faith.