A year ago we all became broken. Something unthinkable happened at a little school in a town called Sandy Hook. Innocent children were killed and their parents' lives changed forever. I, a person miles and miles away, remember crying and feeling as if a weight had been laid upon my chest. As our president spoke to us, breaking down into his own tears because he too couldn't believe what had happened, a sorrow entered my heart—a kind that I've never experienced. For almost a year I felt that same sorrow follow me around. It dampened my daily activities and swallowed my happiness. It became a being of darkness: for things irreplaceable, actions undoable, pain unremovable. It wasn't until this fall that I began to work through the darkness to find some kind of light in what had happened. It isn't fair. I'm sure none of us want to find a positive in tragedies like this. But we have to. It is the human spirit to rise above and to forge through the darkest valleys in order to find hope.
And there is hope.
It's everywhere you go, because hope is in you. It is in your smile. It is in the way you treat others. It is in the way you forgive. You are a light and you spread hope, love, joy through the darkest valleys. Your thoughts are amazing entities. They heal the world. So: think positive things, do positive things. Be love. And be light.
You are a candle. No matter what horrible things may happen on this planet we call Earth, you shine and illuminate.
Never forget that.
We can't change what happened to those beautiful and innocent children at Sandy Hook, but we can try to heal what happened. Maybe not all of it, but in small parts and in little increments of time.
We can't change what happened to those beautiful and innocent children at Sandy Hook, but we can try to heal what happened. Maybe not all of it, but in small parts and in little increments of time.
Take care, everyone.
And I've just heard on the news that another idiot went into a school with a shotgun (possibly to kill a teacher). He shot at two pupils, then killed himself. The madness doesn't end.
ReplyDeleteSad and unbelievable. The addiction to violence, and tools of violence, in this country is dumbfounding. Boys these days—and most of these shootings come from boys it seems—think part of 'growing up' means mastering a shooting game. We should be teaching them to deal with their anger instead. I say: let boys wear pink, let them play with dolls, stop all the push toward the testosterone-filled stereotype and more toward a universal viewpoint. Basically, don't let boys be boys. Let them be humans.
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