INNOCENT BLOOD
IT CHANGED OUR LIFE FOREVER
June 17, 2004 .
Innocent blood poured out on the ground like cries of injustice toward the heavens, from a beautiful mind and body so peaceful and loving. Such a waste of a young life. Only 21 years lived! Who or what has taken such a life? Vehicles! Used like an instrument abused and played the wrong way! Abused by a power of selfishness. A misused and an unmistaken power, greedy to be ahead, impatient in a hurry to get somewhere, thoughts of oneself and not of any other, even those of their own. In an instant, a crash, a sound so horrifying that will tremble within the mind and heart's of the player of the instruments. The thoughts the pain and suffering, an endless mind game that will be played on forever.
A son, a husband, an uncle, a brother, one whose life will live on in all of our hearts.
David Soto on June 17, 2004 was pronounced dead at 5:06 p.m.!
He will be missed , but not forgotten.
The end
written by Rebecca Stefanow 2004
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