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I have to get this off my chest. Depsite my need to shelter myself from the tragedy there, I am saddened by so many wonderful young and older lives lost by senseless violence.
The sunrise was beautiful this morning as it lit my way through sleeping Key West. I didn't think much of the tragedy in Virginia this morning, yet, I had hoped the town did. Turning into my space in the staff lot of Mary I, I gathered my bag and set my centered self on the ground. "perhaps there will be better coverage of the event in Virginia today," I said to myself. Yesterday's paper only had a small article at the bottom of the front page. Hah! How stupid and naive of me to think that this small town island would even consider something on the mainland as relevant. The only evidence that something has happened of this volume in our country is again, below the fold, off to the side. Under the National news summary, the words "Bushes visit Virginia shooting site," a small paragraph and the bold 8A.
Page 8? Page fucking 8? On this island of walking wounded, why weren't worlds being moved, people gathering to make memorials and take action to look for the worst of the wounded and take them someplace safe, and plans being made to take the at-risk ones to our bosom, protect, nourish and work with them.
My heart cries for Virginia Tech, and for the larger world that has lost so much.
My heart cries out that once again someone was left to fall through the crack, until the crack became so big that he had to explode.
My heart cries, not only for the parents and loved ones of the victims, but for the parents and loved ones of the shooter.
When will the world wake up? We cannot keep sweeping the pain of youth under a bushel basket or rug and expect if we think happy thoughts that they will feel better. We need to be on the frontlines, if we are strong enough, with open minds and willing hearts, ready to step in as soon as we see trouble, not after trouble happens.
When will the world wake up?
The sunrise was beautiful this morning as it lit my way through sleeping Key West. I didn't think much of the tragedy in Virginia this morning, yet, I had hoped the town did. Turning into my space in the staff lot of Mary I, I gathered my bag and set my centered self on the ground. "perhaps there will be better coverage of the event in Virginia today," I said to myself. Yesterday's paper only had a small article at the bottom of the front page. Hah! How stupid and naive of me to think that this small town island would even consider something on the mainland as relevant. The only evidence that something has happened of this volume in our country is again, below the fold, off to the side. Under the National news summary, the words "Bushes visit Virginia shooting site," a small paragraph and the bold 8A.
Page 8? Page fucking 8? On this island of walking wounded, why weren't worlds being moved, people gathering to make memorials and take action to look for the worst of the wounded and take them someplace safe, and plans being made to take the at-risk ones to our bosom, protect, nourish and work with them.
My heart cries for Virginia Tech, and for the larger world that has lost so much.
My heart cries out that once again someone was left to fall through the crack, until the crack became so big that he had to explode.
My heart cries, not only for the parents and loved ones of the victims, but for the parents and loved ones of the shooter.
When will the world wake up? We cannot keep sweeping the pain of youth under a bushel basket or rug and expect if we think happy thoughts that they will feel better. We need to be on the frontlines, if we are strong enough, with open minds and willing hearts, ready to step in as soon as we see trouble, not after trouble happens.
When will the world wake up?