Letters to the Editor
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To The Editor:

Once again, our country is wrapped in horrified sadness as the news comes to us of death and destruction that exploded on the street in Boston. This atrocity entangles in our mind’s eye with memories of scenes at a school just four months ago.

As questions swirl in my thoughts, one that emerges is this: Which is more deadly, a store-bought gun in the hand of a person with a deranged mind or a meticulously constructed bomb in the hand of a person with a deranged heart?

At this very moment, discussions are pouring forth in the United States Congress to “cleanse” our country regarding gun ownership. Surely, they say, that will protect our streets and schools.

Might we imagine that, as the lawmakers talk in Washington, behind other closed doors individuals with deranged hearts are laughing up their sleeves: “Guns? Who needs a gun? Go ahead. Disarm the people. We’ll kill with our handcrafted weapons.”

From Him who knows the heart of every man, “For out of the heart proceed evil thoughts, murders ...” (Matthew 15:19)

— Carol Nelson



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‘thank you’

To The Editor:

My husband and I would like to take this opportunity to thank the many total strangers who immediately came to our aid last Saturday, April 13, in Cleveland.

We are retired seniors from Canada who travel to Florida and back along Interstate 75 each winter. Several years ago we began spending a nightly stopover in Cleveland, and discovered the Relics Antiques shop at that time as well. Since then, we have been making stops in Cleveland both on our way south and north so that we can enjoy visits to Relics.

On April 13, after placing our purchases from Relics in our SUV and starting back toward I-75, the automatic latch on the hatch of our SUV disengaged as we turned right onto Route 60, causing the hatch to open and the entire contents of our vehicle to spill onto the busy roadway. It was extremely upsetting to see how widespread our belongings were strewn, with no way of gathering anything up on such a busy road.

To our utter amazement, by the time we had safely pulled to the side of Route 60, numerous people had stopped their own vehicles, effectively blocking all traffic so that our belongings would not be driven over and so it would be safe to go onto the roadway to retrieve everything. These same kind people, along with more kind souls who arrived on foot, took the time to assist in gathering up our belongings and piling everything in one location next to the guardrail so we would be able to safely repack our vehicle.

After the last of these kind strangers had left, yet another vehicle pulled up behind us. This turned out to be an employee from one of the local hotels who had been driving along past Relics and had seen a briefcase and heater on the road and had gathered them up and driven on hoping to find the owners. Apparently the hatch on the truck had begun to open before we even reached Route 60 and these two items had fallen out. As soon as he spotted us with our huge pile of contents by the guardrail, he knew he had found the owners and passed them on to us. That briefcase held many important personal documents which we desperately needed.

These kind strangers sprung into action so quickly and efficiently that we did not have time to thank them adequately for everything they did that day to make what had initially been a devastating event for us turn into simply an inconvenience. It definitely reminded us that in this day and age, when you hear and read about so much bad news, there still are truly wonderful, kind and caring people ready to offer assistance to total strangers in their time of need. We are extremely grateful for their help and the fact that nobody was injured when everything toppled out of our vehicle so unexpectedly.

We already had fond memories of our annual visits to Cleveland before this weekend's events, but have nothing but extraordinarily good things to say about its citizens after witnessing their kindness firsthand. We can only hope that these kind souls will read this and know just how much we appreciated their kindness and assistance.

— Don and Lesley Hooton

Mississauga, Ontario