I have so many mixed emotions running through my head right now, I don’t even know where to begin. I heard the News about the shootings last evening and broke down in tears. For the life of me, I can’t even begin to imagine what these families must be going through. It absolutely has to be a living hell.
You get up in the morning with your family, eat breakfast, laugh, hug, kiss and tell everybody you love them and you are out the door. I would imagine that is how most of these families started their day today. They had no idea that it would be the last time they ever kissed or told their children they loved them. If they knew what was getting ready to happen they would have held on to their child with all their might, keeping them from the fate that waited for them only a few hours later. We all love our children. We watch them take their first steps, say their first words, start school. We have hopes and dreams for them and then for some monster to wipe that all away in a split second, what is wrong with this world?
One of the first school shootings that happened in this country happened ten miles down the road from where I now live. I will remember that day as long as I live. It was almost 11:00 in the morning and the News broke in reporting a local school shooting had occurred. We lived in the city and the school my children went to had a bad reputation. At the start of that school year, a new principal took over and he was turning the school around. Even knowing that, I still couldn’t help think it was at my kids’ school. My heart went up in my throat and tears rolled down my cheeks as I hurried threw my clothes on. I was about out the door when the News broke again and clarified what school it was, it wasn’t my kids’ school but it was a very fine high school in the county. I had several of my friends transfer their children out to that school so they wouldn’t have to attend the city school. My heart broke. I found out that one of my friend’s daughter had just left the area where the shooting had occurred. If she had stayed 4 or 5 minutes longer she would have probably gotten shot or worse. The shooter was the son of a lawyer. He killed three girls and wounded two. Everyone knew the shooter’s family. We all wondered why? Why would such a young boy from such a prominent family do something like that?
I use to wonder why a lot. I wonder why after the local shooting, I wondered why after Columbine, I wondered why after New Town, but I don’t anymore. There is no why to it. I see an angry President on the News calling for tighter gun control. Every time there is a shooting, tighter gun control is called for. It is called for but it is never done. I don’t believe we will ever be able to keep a gun out of the hands of cold-blooded monsters who wish to kill the innocent. They forget to mention there are more guns sold on the black market than there is legally in this country. We might as well face it, we live in a very violent world. I don’t believe guns are the problem, I believe the people that pull the triggers are. You know as well as I do, anyone who takes a life has to be mentally ill. We have to educate ourselves on how to spot these individuals, stop them before they have an opportunity to kill. They said this monster who shot these college students talked about it on social media. WHAT? What the hell is wrong with those people he talked to about it? Didn’t they take him seriously? Why didn’t they report it? If only one person had called the Police think of all the heart ache and tragedy they could have prevented.
It is sad to say but the government is all talk. It is time that we start looking out for each other. If you see someone acting strange, call the law. If you hear some idiot on one of the social media outlet talking crazy, report them. We are going to have to start looking out for these individuals, excuse me, monsters. We are going to have to learn how to spot them and perhaps we can prevent a tragedy from occurring. Nobody else is going to do it. We have got to learn to look out for each other, take a stand, make that phone call. Do whatever you have to do to prevent another person from having to bury their loved one due to an act of violence.
No family should ever have to bury a loved one due to an act of violence. It has to stop or Goddess help us all.
—Lady of the Abyss
Witches Of The Craft® 