To be honest, even when my mother was in hospital, I didn't really turn to Religion. Yes, I prayed, but it wasn't what I thought on when my mother was going through her disease in the beginning. it was more the people that helped that kept me going. My grandmother, my dad, my friends (not that I had many), my teachers, and my pastor. 

It's nice knowing that god is there, but for the last several years the only thing that actually kept me going was basically to screw people who treated me like crap, so I could say "Look, they didn't break me". 

People who do this? They are weak. they think killing brings about the answer. They think that's all they have to do, to make what they want right, when it's just wrong. As long as people believe that, we can keep on fighting, but damn it, there needs to be more that we can do!