It’s not that I cannot imagine what the parents and loved ones of the twenty-six victims of the latest incident of gun violence are going through. I simply do not have the courage to put myself in their shoes and feel what they’re feeling.
For the eighth time – yes, 8th – time this year, a major tragedy has been perpetrated on an unsuspecting public. For the eighth time this year, a grievously afflicted human being has perpetrated acts of horrific violence on fellow human beings.
How many more such incidents must we endure before we take away the tools that enable profoundly disturbed people, whose wounds and injuries are not in plain sight, to turn their pain and rage on unsuspecting strangers?
Let’s take the guns away. They do more harm than good.
Let’s be more compassionate toward those who suffer, frequently not knowing how to seek help, or even that they need or are worthy of help.
Every time such a tragedy takes place, we are all affected. We are all bewildered. We are all griefstricken. None of us have explanations. We all feel helpless.
We are all One.
I’m not a mental health professional, or a public policy expert, or a law enforcement professional. I’m just a mother, a daughter, a wife, a sister, a friend calling on all of us to fix this.
Please share your suggestions on what each one of us, individually and collectively, can do to shift us from a culture where violence is tolerated to a culture guided by compassion.