Tuesday, December 18, 2012


When tragedies happen, especially ones as severe as the one in Newtown, Connecticut, I am put into an introspection of my complaints.  Everything that I am challenged by is minute when compared to what those affected by the ordeal went through and will continue to go through.  I think about the parents of those children who survived. Will they ever feel the same safety in letting their child out of their sight for a moment?  Will the child survivors always hold a dollop of fear that just can't quite be removed--that can show up whenever a loud noise surprises them? What about those that knew the killer? Will they always be wondering if there was something they could have said or done?

There is much talk now about gun control, and better and easier access to mental therapy for those who need it.  I don't know if either of those things would have prevented what happened or not.

The things that I know are that I love my family, and wish every person in the world felt such love within themselves that violence would be unimaginable.


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