My first thought, when I saw Trayvon Martin’s face on the TV that morning, was “So much lost potential.” There was something intangible in Trayvon Martin’s eyes that suggested to me that he was essentially a good kid, and that one day he’d grow into a good man. Maybe even someone important and essential — if not to the world, then at least to his family. I realized that that may just be me projecting something that wasn’t necessarily there, but isn’t that what we’re supposed to do with kids? We’re supposed to find something good in them — even if we have to create it and project it on them — and nurture that. The most tragic part of all this, I thought, was that nobody would ever be able to do that for him; and he would never become the person he could have become.