I was in college in the late 90s when there was a terrifying spate of school shootings. My friends and I would sit in the lobby of our dorm and watch the gruesome details unfold. The worst of these days was of course the day of Columbine. We were transfixed. Barely able to tear ourselves away from the big screen to get dinner at the dining hall. The afternoon was subdued, images of bleeding students jumping from windows continually flashing before us. People missed tests, sitting transfixed in the lobby of a dorm in Georgia while kids in Colorado fought for their very lives.
In the years to come, the terms Columbine, Littleton, Harris, and Klebold became buzzwords for senseless violence and misdirected teen angst. When I heard today that there had been a shooting at a school just down the street from Columbine High School, all those memories came flooding back. Fortunately, the shooting today did not kill anyone, nor was the shooting by an angst-ridden student who cannot figure out any better outlet for their internal pain than to take it out on everyone around them, with deadly results.
I pray for all those hurt today, and for all those who will be hurt again when someone takes out their own pain on others.
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