in memoriam

28 years ago today, John Lennon was shot.

His is a story of personal failure, a search for inner peace, a fight for social justice, an artistic passion big enough to inspire millions.

He was, underneath it all, just one more human who discovered his ability to hurt those he loved. He made a choice to transform a downward spiral of drugs, anger, insecurity, and ignorance into a revolutionary campaign for peace - peace within himself, peace among those he loved, and peace among the nations of the world.

This is a story of fame and fortune, yes, and of beautiful art, yes, but mostly it is a story of the ability of one impossibly weak and violent human to choose peace over conflict.

And that, if anything, gives me hope.

John, I miss you.