I have written a few times about how I have, of necessity, become desensitized to losing friends. I've lost friends because of prejudice because I'm gay and because of differing religious views. It still hurts. In fact, just yesterday I drove near the house of someone I was once very good friends with but haven't heard much from since I came out of the closet. But, I have become desensitized somewhat to the pain of losing friends. However, one thing that I don't believe I will ever become desensitized to--and I hope never to be desensitized to--is the pain I feel when I hear that someone has died. In particular, I am referring to situations where a person has reached that level of despair where suicide seems to be the best available option. Jack Reese, a resident of Mountain Green, Utah, has just killed himself. He was the target of bullying at his school. (Read more here and here .) Whenever I read a story like this one, I feel a dee...
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