LIFE TERMS FOR GUN DEATHS
National Ed WE each face all forms of hazards in our respective jobs. From the builder laying bricks on a high-rise to the policeman going in search of an armed criminal, there is always the danger of coming to some grievous bodily harm or worse. And, when disaster strikes, as it did our colleague Sent Timbi last Saturday in Mt Hagen, it leaves those living – friends, colleagues and especially relatives – feeling drained, empty inside and shattered. We knew Timbi well as a forever smiling, respectful and even a little shy big fellow who did his work quietly. He basically thought himself journalism by working tirelessly as a stringer for The National (before he joined the Post-Courier), rarely bitter if his material was not run. He will sorely be missed by all who knew him. For reasons we are yet to ascertain, Timbi was shot dead in cold blood as he stood waiting unsuspectingly to meet a relative who had told him earlier by phone that he had a problem he needed sorting out. Timbi met, i