God, Evil, And Hope: Opportunistic Love Overcoming Evil
Reflections On The Sinful, The Tragic, The Demonic, And The Ambiguous
I knew when I saw him coming that something was wrong. I didn't know the news was that bad. I was about fourteen years old at the time. I had a friend whose name was Alfred Graham. He was two or three years older than I, but we spent a lot of time together. Alfred's father bought a motorcycle. After a time, Alfred learned to ride it and actually gave me a lesson or two. I only rode it once by myself down the road about a half a mile and back. Soon tragedy struck. One Saturday, Alfred's father was doing some work around the house and needed some nails.