[lynzy420]

As a sister of a murdered brother and a murdered friend....I hold my breath. It needs to be life. In the course of my job I had to face my brothers killer, 25 years to life he did 35. I never told my father of that encounter that day and how I did my job and midway through, when he handed me his I'd, I realized who stood before me. I gave him back his Id. and In a manner I have no idea where it came from I began speaking to him, my hand was shaking, I had to speak...."You are very lucky to be out here again, I hope you have used your time to reflect on what you did and how it hurt so many people, my father has cried tears every single day since that day....(this was when both he and his parole officer realized who I was) I went on to talk and preach to him for a good 10 minutes...I was remarkably calm and I so eloquently spoke, from my heart and my guts....I don't remember every word, but I remember him making a promise to me, and I remember his parole officer hugging me and saying how wonderful I was...and I said "no I'm really not" my father would be so hurt to know I did this....I refused to let him see me cry but when he left, I ran over to my boss' office and couldn't catch my breath...the agony I felt because I forgave him and I couldn't tell my Daddy...This shouldn't have had to happen to me...though I believed every word he said to me, this man had a life now....my brother, my father, my family...we did not get a second chance....

Don't know why this brought this out of me I rarely ever speak of this...But I hope for his families sake she gets at the least...life....