Freedom. What a word! A twenty six year old grad student, desperate to live, to support himself and his family, gave up. But he lives on, in this exodus of wills across his world. Our world.

The authority came and demanded a permit that Mahamed had no money for. The despair overcame him, or he decided to do something that would bring others together like nothing else could have. The fire that consumed him lit up the world. It became the catalyst for change. And I want so badly for this death to mean something. I pray it was the first step in a journey to real peace.

Surely it will be. Surely it will be the beginning of victory for those inheriting the future. It's a bloodbath now, yes. But sometimes the skies must get darker, a lot darker, before the sun can shine again.

I know nothing really, of politics. But I know, and I feel, the exhilaration of seeing people stand tall against wrong.

I salute, pray for and admire Mahamed Bouazizi. They say he gave up in despair, but maybe, just maybe he knew what he was doing. Just maybe, he knew. And to all the ones who are now in this battle for their lives, may your brave hearts ring the bells of freedom now and forever more.