This letter is for the person(s) who late Saturday, early Sunday morning thought it would be fun to pick up a large rock and throw it into the back window of my pick-up.
Why? For what possible purpose? Because it was fun to destroy something that wasn’t yours? Did you or any one in your group stop and think how it would be if this was your vehicle that was randomly damaged and now you have to fork out the deductible because the perpetrators were drunken cowards and ran away.
Yes, I am sure you all ran away laughing and thinking oh that was sooo much fun. Remember this fun when you become the victim and remember how you felt in the morning, stretched, yawned and scratched thinking, “Wow, I threw a rock and broke someone’s truck window while they slept unawares. Yup that was me, brave warrior, superhero and now, ha, they will pay!”
“Yes people I don’t know who will need to pay for the destruction I did because I am courageous and strong.”
Then you’ll get up and see what your mom has made you for breakfast.
I pity you if this destructive life is the one you choose to take. If you don’t want that life, that guilt then take responsibility.
Man up and apologize.
P. Szerencsi
