Violence

Why do some people feel that they have to resolve to violence? Why do they think that it is a way out of a situation that they control in the first place? We see violence everywhere we turn today. If it is not on TV then we see it in reality. Can we live without it? Personally, I think that violence is a terrible thing. If you can’t agree with someone then the best way is to walk away ore resolve it in words. I do know that sometimes that does not work. I do know that in today’s society, there are people who are vicious and cruel. I am more talking about the violence that happens for no reason at all. I will give you an example. About 13 years ago, me and my sister went out to celebrate her birthday. At this disco, half through the night, we met this drunken guy. He had so much to drink all night long and he could hardly stand straight. He was really nice though and we stood and talked to him for a long time. Later on that night, three other guys approached us. Already at first sight, I could see that they were troublemakers. We ignored them and continued to have fun. Before I knew it, it was time to head home. We had our car parked on one side of the building and we walked over there. We stood outside the car and talked for a bit. After a few minutes the drunken guy that we had talked to earlier, came around the corner .He was leaning against his bicycle and could hardly walk straight. We waived at him and said hello. After just a few second we saw the three troublemakers come around the corner. You could see it in their eyes that something was going on. Everything happened in a split second. They grabbed the drunken guy and threw him down on the pavement. One guy sat down and locked him to the ground while the other two was kicking him. They took turns and I was shocked. I screamed-help he is getting killed. People were walking buy, nobody wanted to get involved. I remembered that the best thing someone can do is to call for help but most important, observe.
They just did not want to stop and I knew that the guy was in bad shape. I screamed louder. I looked the main guy straight in the eyes and said, I will never forget what you look like; you are going away for a long time. After what seemed to be an eternity, they fled. They rushed the guy to the ER and he did survive. They had done this for no reason at all. Two weeks later they found two of the guys and because I gave such a good description, they had to serve 1 ½ years each. Was it worth it? I think that people, who are willing to serve time for things like that, are not intelligent. Why is violence like this necessary?