I had quite a different post planned today...but the shooting in Connecticut has reduced me to a bawling mess. My heart aches for the families that lost little ones or family members so close to the holidays. I pray with all my might that my boys will grow up knowing right from wrong
that despite what they may see on TV or video games, violence is rarely justified
if they have a difference with somebody, talk it out, or avoid that person altogether
if they have feelings about hurting themselves or others, that they will seek help, not revenge.
For the leaders or our country -- please see that the old ways aren't working any more. We can't rely on kids to learn everything they need to learn about relating to others at home if so many homes are broken and their teachers (i.e. parents) weren't taught those kind of things either. If they are supposed to learn those kind of lessons at church -- less and less people attend church and, quite frankly, the message coming from some religious organizations and spiritual leaders as of late is less on the Love Thy Neighbor side than one would hope for. For all those that claim to respect for weapons, have taken gun safety courses, etc., there is obviously a growing segment of gun owners who shouldn't be allowed to handle more than a butter knife. How do we preserve our 2nd Amendment rights, and concurrently the rights of defenseless individuals who don't know where they will be when some wingnut decides to go postal?
All of these shooters were once little babies. Their mothers or caretakers held them, cared for them, and had expectations for them. Where does the line get broken, and these individuals see this course of action as the next (usually final) step?
Back to my tissue box now...