Blama Massaquoi had known war. He wanted peace.
He'd been hurt. He wanted to help others heal.
Blama Massaquoi was the best of us.
He died in Cottage Grove on Feb. 11, from injuries suffered half a lifetime ago, as a schoolboy abducted and tortured during the Liberian civil war. He had just turned 34.
The world took more from Massaquoi than it gave. It stole his childhood, his health and, in the end, his life.
He repaid the world's cruelty with compassion.
"I will help people," he once told his aunt, Ola Pratt. "Because people helped me."
He was an 11th-grader trying to do his homework when government soldiers snatched him off the streets of Monrovia. He and two other boys escaped, only to be captured and tortured by rebels, who beat them and forced them to swallow a corrosive poison. The other boys died and the chemical destroyed Massaquoi's throat, leaving him unable to eat for years and in terrible pain for the rest of his life.