So this is my "open letter" or "opinion piece" or "op-ed" on something that just popped into my head as I took a quick walk through Downtown Toms River.
It's embarrassing to admit, but I spend too much time chasing the ice cream truck in my Galloway, New Jersey neighborhood, yet I still have NO ice cream.
I recently became aware of a young girl in Ocean County who took her own life. A high school kid who had so much to offer. It brings tears to my eyes when I see her picture. How does someone get to that point of desperation?