Showing posts with label shooting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label shooting. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Sadness

Back to school is full of newness and possibilities. Lots of kids with new clothes, school supplies, and meeting new friends.The school year shouldn't have kids getting shot. Kids trying to do better than their best while doing their homework.

It's just not right. We must stop killing each other.

More later...

Friday, December 14, 2012

It's Friday

And one day, I'm glad is over. My very last paper of grad school is finally done.

But nothing today could be as noteworthy (or notorious) as the school shooting in Connecticut today.

As a mother of a child who could have gone to school there (Bubba's the right age group), I am numb. Numb to think that someone would kill his mother, steal his brother's identity, then go and kill as many as possible in an elementary school.

I could somewhat understand if the shooter chose adults with whom he had a grievance, but he did not. He killed defenseless little children.

Some things I just can't understand...the terror, the grief, the unspeakable sadness for families, first responders, for all the people of Newtown.

I will just pray. For all of them.

Monday, October 22, 2012

Why Bubba's getting an upgrade

To reflective tape on his Halloween costume this year. Just so no one mistakes him for a skunk.

What.The...?

More to come...

Saturday, July 21, 2012

A political message

(WARNING: political message)

I noticed a lot of themes in President Obama's and Mitt Romney's messages for the Colorado shooting victims:
love, help, cooperation, compassion, coming together, reaching out.

Now can we keep up the sentiment for the rest of the year? Would be nice!

(end of political message)

Friday, July 20, 2012

Sadness in Colorado

To my friends in Aurora, I'm praying for all of you after all the craziness today.

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

My nightmare

Shooting outside rehab hospital (from Washington Post)

It is my nightmare because some of my coworkers remember when the same thing happened on one off-hours shift at the Hotel. It happened on one of our sister units and our folks were dispatched to respond.

Even though no patients were involved in our incident, the mere thought of it brings shivers down my  spine. I am happy as a clam when security comes by for their regularly scheduled panic button check.

Because I hope and pray that it never, ever happens again.