| Duane was in my ninth grade home form. On the seventeenth he was stabbed to death outside the Eaton Center. There was a fight in the mall and security broke it up, but once outside Duane was attacked again- this time with a knife. His friends tried to help him and are now in hospital. The school held a memorial one week later where his pastor spoke of peace, his mother spoke of love and the choir sung a song of hope. I hardly knew him, but what would I have said to someone who told me one of us wouldn't live to see graduation? |