It’s hard to imagine that we live in a Buddhist country. It’s a religion which radiates compassion to the smallest living being. Yesterday one of my neighbors was stabbed to death by a couple of guys. They were thieves of course, came in to the house asking for light, and demanded money showing a toy pistol. Naturally anyone would protest against a sudden demand, they didn’t give him a chance. They stabbed him, twice on the chest. It penetrated his lungs, internal bleedings are deadly. Then they grabbed a chain from his terrified sister’s neck. I saw the crime scene, blood every where. His old father crying, sister soaked in her brother’s blood terrified and left alone. His only kid unlucky enough to witness his fathers brutal murder, sobbed, walked here and there not knowing what to do. His life will never be the same again. What have we done to this country, to our selves? I don’t know whom to blame. Killing some one is so easy here. We all have the responsibility, for being ignorant, for not using the chances to make this country a better place.