There was a bomb scare at my grandchildren’s high school this morning in Maryland. It happened before school started. My daughter was able to reach the kids on their cell phones and told them to turn around and come home. Turns out that it was a hoax, but hoax or not, fear was raised. My grand-kids sat in their car in the school parking lot, having just arrived for school. Their mom’s voice on the phone: “Come home now!” My grandson at the wheel – perhaps a bit numb; fear paralyzing his actions; his sister and a couple of friends along for the ride to school. “Jon, turn around and come home now.”
Can you believe that we’re having this conversation?
To the kids who survived the massacre in Florida: my heart is broken for each soul lost, and for each of the survivors as you face your “next steps”. Please don’t stop talking. Scream it to the rooftops. I believe you may be “the way”. Apparently the grownups who can actually effect change, can’t.
To the NRA – who are you people? WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE?