Our world as we know it is turning into a place where we mark too many anniversaries of tragedies. They happen in buildings, streets, schools, churches, homes, and just about anywhere else. The images flash on television, the newspapers, magazines, and social media. We cry and raise our fists demanding answers and change.
I think about the kids I teach in my classroom. I think about the ones who have left and the ones who have not yet entered.
I want to put my own kids in a bubble where they will be forever protected. Actually, I want all of my loved ones there.
It’s all become too scary and as an adult, I realize it so much more.
We can’t be everywhere to protect the ones we love.
My heart goes out to the ones that were killed last week in NYC. My heart goes out to the victims in today’s attack in Texas. Somewhere, someone sits remembering how these tragedies remind them of what they experienced whether it was in London, Paris, Sandy Hook, NYC, or anywhere else for that matter.
The part that makes me believe there is still hope are the good people. They are the ones in uniform who run in to help. It’s the lines of people waiting to donate blood and other items needed. It’s the medical profession who give it their all to save people. People hold hands and light candles to remember and honor those who were killed so tragically.
We hope. We pray. We reflect.
Each time, we say it can never happen again but what will bring that change?
For everyone touched by a senseless tragedy, thoughts go out to you and yours. Thank you for reading.