It’s happened again. This time less than an hour away from my home. Heaven forbid we should ever get accustomed to it.
A sad, lost, disturbed child entered a school with a gun and killed seventeen people.
As usual, the finger-pointing and politicizing started instantaneously. On every side. Does it help? Do we feel superior now?
No matter the factors that led to the tragedy, we’re heart-broken. Seventeen lives were senselessly snuffed out. Seventeen journeys cut short. Seventeen families shattered. Countless survivors scarred for life.
So now what? While we wait for politicians to get their shit together and do something effective–about guns, about mental illness, about family social services, about following up on reports filed by citizens who saw something and said something. What do we do?
I think we love. Starting with those closest to us. We hug them, and we tell them that we love them. We reach out to those who are hurting and we help them if we can, or refer them to someone who is better equipped.
I heard Bob Goff speak last week about love in action. Loving those we find “creepy,” because they need it the most. His book Love Does is currently in my Amazon cart. It’s ten bucks and available on Prime.
A small investment in a better world.
Happy Saturday night.