Mark stood at the glass window of the jail cell looking at the teenage boy who had tried to kill him. He could see that his eyes were tearstained. Motioning to the guard to let him in and walking over to the boy, he sat down. Why do you hate me? What have I done that makes you want to kill me? Looking into the face of Mark, he spoke with a tremble in his voice. I dont hate anyone. I dont know you. A solder came to our small town wanting anyone that would join him in a job. He told us that he would pay one thousand American dollars when the job was finished. We were afraid of solders, but, sir, a little while before he came, I held my two-year-old sister in my arms, dying from not having food or medicine. My mother could hardly move, because, she would take all the food that she could get and give it to my other sisters. A little money would save them, so now I ask you, what would you have done? Mark sat there for a while, just looking at the young boy who had now laid his head on the table. Finally standing up, walking toward the door, he stopped and looked back, saying, I would have done the same thing.