The death of innocence

Normally I like to write fun things on my blog, but sometimes, I am moved to write of things which are more serious.

And there is nothing more serious than Friday’s shooting in Newport, Connecticut.

So many children were killed. President Barrack Obama got it right when he wiped his eyes and said “The majority of those who died today were children — beautiful little kids between the ages of 5 and 10 years old.”

I think nothing summarizes this tragedy better than the president’s words. Obama is a beautiful speaker. And far too many times has he had to speak about a mass shooting in his country.

However, this unspeakable horror taking place in an elementary school just makes this so dreadful. All human life is precious, yet the killing of these innocent little babies sitting in their classroom makes me tear up every time I see a story about it on TV.

Every time. Yes, I’m emotional. But when the president of the world’s most powerful nation tears up, I feel like I’m in good company.

Facebook has teemed with pictures—prayer chains and photographs of the teachers who gave up their lives for their students. Like the principal and school psychologist who tried to stop the killer from getting to the children. It was a fool’s errand, for they both ended up dead—unarmed heroes cannot fight bullets—but as a teacher, I completely understand why they did it. When you’re responsible for little ones, you would do anything to keep them from suffering. I don’t care if you’re a parent or an educator, the safety of the little ones is your number one priority. If it means walking over broken glass, so be it. If it means trying to stop gunmen, so be that too.

This should be the priority of all nations, and the world. It doesn’t matter what you believe in: the safety of the most vulnerable in our society needs to be as important as wars, as money, as fame.

And while we can’t prevent bad things from happening, this holiday season, we can fight by putting money in the Salvation Army kettle; donating peanut butter to the food bank; giving a gift to a lonely senior down the road; hugging an old friend.

We can’t stop the bad, but all of us, slowly, can help promote the good.

We’re not helpless if we try to make the world a better place. Maybe then impoverished people won’t steal for food, and people with mental illness won’t resort to deadly violence.

I apologize for rehashing what has been covered in the news, Dear Reader. Sometimes, when you feel enough, you just have to write.

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