17 years ago, sitting in a room with a group of community activists. i was there to give them an update on human rights violations in el salvador. i'd been doing human rights work for a little over a year. right in the middle of my presentation..they drug him out of the car and executed him in front of his nine year old daughter...i couldn't breath, couldn't move. the people were watching me waiting for me to finish. i was staring back at them now with tears streaming down my face. i stammered a few more words and knew that my card was up. I stood up, excused myself and walked out of the building.the pain of so many people was too much for me and i guesss it still is. sometimes i feel like a coward.
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