Gangsta Behaviour - Not Pretty!

So disappointed in the motorcycle gang killings!  How sad (whether motorcycle gangs or any other gangs) that people feel the need to harm or kill another person just for their patch, color or association. And what a bad deal for motorcycle riders across our nation.  I personally do not ride, but know plenty who do.  And the majority of those people are normal, productive citizens who just happen to enjoy riding a bike.  And they are "organized", but I surely wouldn't refer to them as "gangs".  Their "organized" groups do wonderful things.  They collect toys for less fortunate children.  They raise money to help prevent child abuse. They raise money for cancer research.  And though some may look "rough" by society's standards, most are the first on the scene when someone needs a helping hand.  They are one big "famiily".  And underneath those leather jackets and helmets are some of the kindest people you'll ever meet. 
We are all humans.  We all put our pants on one leg at a time.  We all get up and eat breakfast in the morning.  Why do some feel the need to separate themselves from others?  I would make a guess that most of these involved were under 50, and probably most of those were under 30.  If only they could see through the eyes of and old person.  I feel they would realize that all those "things" they thought were so important, important enough to die for, were really  not important at all.  Those that were involved and lost their lives were someone's dad, son, brother, husband, uncle.  I am sure their loss of life has sorrowed a great many people. Did they ever stop to consider the people who would be impacted by their choice of behavior? Probably not. Most likely, they were so filled with anger and hatred, they were only thinking of themselves. I am sure the mothers and children of those that were killed would most definitely tell you that whatever their "cause" was, it wasn't worth trading their life for it.  If only we all had the capacity to stop and think before we acted, and weigh the consequences of our actions and the impact it will have on our loved ones. 
They remind me of dogs - you get a puppy and it's young and excited and yappy.  It barks ferociously at everything that comes its way. But that same dog a few years later naps contentedly on the porch, merely raising its head to have a look at a cat passing by.  How time mellows us.  With age comes wisdom and caution. If only hindsight could be glimpsed while we were young!