I stopped breathing, it broke my heart and then it made me proud. To be human I guess. This is the letter written by the editor of a Sri Lankan Newspaper- Sunday Leader. It was written a couple of days before he was murdered in Colombo on his way to work. He writes about being murdered. He writes about choosing this life of danger when he is a father, a husband. He writes about who wants to kill him. He writes about the fact that now that we are reading this, his daughter and son have no father. He writes about how the president of Sri Lanka will make the appropriate noises which hold no meaning. He talks about living his life with his head held high. He talks about the call of conscience; he talks about speaking the truth and walking tall. Extraordinary.Humbling.
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