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© Greg Epperson


Essays by readers

In response to our request for essays on risk, we received many compelling reflections. Here is a selection.

Is Tyler’s family in there?” I asked the emergency room attendant. “And you are . . . ?” she responded. When I told her I was the family’s pastor she pressed a button that unlocked the door to the emergency area. I’d been in the ER before, but never for a young person, and never in response to a violent street shooting.

An hour ago I’d heard sirens and seen emergency vehicles in my neighborhood. I felt compelled to walk toward the accident scene, then told the police officer that I’d drive the sobbing mother of the victim to the hospital. At that point I almost went home, but as I stood in the corridor I kept seeing the face of that scared mother and thinking about the 13-year-old boy who’d been shot.


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