Eighteen year-old Angel Mucciolo was shot and killed in South Philadelphia this past Sunday by Asian gang members.  She was the 219th person murdered in our city this year.  Unlike the majority of the other murders, she was not connected to drug dealers or other disputes.  

She was caught in the crossfire of bullets intended for someone else.  Right before she was shot, she had attended a wedding.  She was also planning to enroll in a forensic science program at a community college.  She left behind a grieving father, mother, siblings, and boyfriend. How do you look in the eyes of another human being and feel no remorse at shooting them? My heart is filled with unspeakable words. (It seems that death is everywhere and not confined only to our cities and Third World countries.  Those who live in suburban areas die a different kind of death – a slower one disguised as life.  Truly we are here only for a season.)