i'd like them too much either. the feeling i get thinking about walking thru them is the same feeling i get

and if/when i make it to Africa and have the opportunity, i'm not sure how i'd handle it. i think i would just be mad, silent, and despondent. i'd probably cry hot tears the whole time.

i'd be more like this:

http://on.aol.com/video/michael-k--williams-emotional-breakdown-on-12-years-a-slave-spills-over-onto-arsenios-stage-518094663

all i can think of is someone who was abused. they were abused, survived, and proved their strength and resilience in making it through. but they would never honor the experience. they'd want to move on from it. they would know it help shaped them, but a constant reminder would seem harsh to me.
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it's true what they say...people are strange, when you're strangers.

not compassionate....only polite.

I am not like you at all and i cannot pretend.