A Sense of Security

Given the recent developments in Laventille, I can't even begin to understand the terror and frustration that the residents are going through. And I once asked about the youths hailing from that area, about how they cope with the violence and bloodshed on an almost daily basis; and they cope because it has become their way of life, a routine of sorts. There's an occasional uproar in the schools as expected, but other than that, people move on as best they can, as best they can figure out how.

So on one hand, there's a horror story of sorts repeating itself (with some variation) every single day, and on the other, families and friends are left to piece their lives together after the events have unfolded, and if done poorly the situation only gets worse.

I'd say that no one likes to be helpless. Some may like to appear that way, but would not really want to be like that. If nothing else, people need to feel that they are in control of their own lives. My point is that the good people of that community will eventually find themselves in a position where they will be forced to survive by any means necessary; and the instant that the decision presents itself, a terrible new reality will emerge. Because when a person loses his sense of security, all that makes him human is lost as well.