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  • The intersection of State Street and Lafayette Avenue will never be the same. On the morning of February 21, 2012, I was riding the bus to work when we approached the scene. This normally quiet spot was bursting with fire engines, squad cars, police tape, and first responders. In the middle, a man was lying on the ground, head toward us, and a paramedic was performing chest compressions.

    I later learned from the news that the man's name was Lance, and he was shot after his car had a minor collision with another car that had two people in it. One got out and started a fight, the other fired without warning. He died in the hospital just hours after I saw him. The two suspects fled but were found days later.

    When someone dies tragically, everyone who knew him comes out and says what an amazing person he or she was. For Lance it was no different, and you know what, I have no reason to doubt it. But whether you're a saint or scumbag, you shouldn't fear dying after a fender bender on your morning commute. When someone has to win any confrontation at any cost, and carries the means to effortlessly end life, humanity loses.

    Lance's two-year-old daughter has no father now. And I still pass through State and Lafayette every day on my way to work.
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