I didn't hear about the school shooting until late yesterday. Today after watching the news my heart feels much like it did the day President Kennedy was assassinated. I feel the same heaviness that I felt on 9/11.
We don't have a gun in the house - never have. My dad hunted but I can honestly say I don't remember ever seeing his gun/guns.
It's hard for me to relate to guns. I get the whole hunting thing. I'm totally fine with that. It's those semi-automatic things I do not get. Why, besides war, would anyone ever need a weapon like that?
Over the years I have experienced anger. There have been times I thought my head would explode. There have been a few people that have crossed my path that I would have gladly seen go up in flames. Well, maybe not quite to that extreme but you get the idea.
Being so angry at something or someone that I would go into a building and start shooting? Children? There isn't a scenario available that would push me in that direction.
I can not imagine the sadness that is being experienced today. The voids left in hearts. The voids that will go on for ever.
Something is broken; damaged beyond repair I'm afraid for something like this to happen.
I'd like to say I'm slightly encouraged because surely something will be done about the guns . . . but I'm not.