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At the end of August 1992, a young man, who had gone out to a bar because he was "bored," struck our car. The drunken driver injured my family and killed Liana, my 18-year-old daughter, as we were returning home from Friday night services. Liana was going to fly out the next day to attend college at Brandeis University.
What does it mean to be your brother's keeper? Lessons from the Cleveland kidnappings