Mr. Bush,
I've been given this chance to write you a postcard. I take the chance to tell you that I used to get sad and upset when I see you talking on TV, realizing that you were trying to create a better world for all of us. You are our savior, but the way you saving us, we don't like it. Now I don't get sad anymore. I just think that the universe is mysterious, that sometimes bad things happen before something good shows up on the horizon. I hope you find a way to clean your consciousness. Maybe in your next life you will be one of those young soldiers dying in wars that are not theirs.
Sincerely,
Ana Medina
Brooklyn, NY
