All week long I've "kept my distance" from Virginia Tech though geographically it's not far. About an hour from Lynchburg. In my disgust for the media, I've watched as little as possible. Broadcasting the gunman's face 24/7 is not helping anyone. Obviously the guy was sick, but he's gone, along with the rest of the victims.
My sturdy wall is up. I don't know any of those people. How is me getting all wigged out about it going to help? Sure, I'll offer up a prayer or two for the families (including the shooter's), but that's about it. Move along.
But in the car this morning, I heard that Penn State students are asking for everyone to wear Virginia Tech colors to their game this weekend. Instead of looking out into the usual sea of Nittany blue and white, they want the stands full of orange and blue.
Why am I crying?
I don't even like sports.
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I have been the same. I have not wanted to see it or send my energy there, except to pray for them all. But then something in me snapped, when our area schools were locked down this morning because of a kid making threats...
You cry because we are all connected. You know that.Those kids wearing colors are saying that. We are all the same beings, and when such things happen to us it hurts. Our humaness hurts. That's what I think.
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I cried first, watched 5 minutes and became furious with the media, the school, this society, that SORRY AS@#**, depressed wounded little punk murderer. . . , and I am not ready to discuss this yet.
I think it's a collective trauma whether we get 'wrapped up' in it or not. And I think prayers and blessings go a long way...
Ditto Prema!
I just better not hear that his parents always knew he had problems, but were opposed to psychiatric medicine. I BETTER not hear that!
You're crying because you can recognize the ripples of compassion. Just like you dedicate the merit, they are dedicating the compassion. Whether you feel like you're doing something tangible or not, your prayers and open nature will benefit us all.
If you have time, watch the movie We are Marshall. I think you'll like it.
Of course you are crying. I hate the media, too, but this reminds me of the week after Sept 11th.. I was living in a little tiny town on a reservation north of Missoula, Montana. Someone had called for a candlelight vigil. I was busy and I thought I lived too far from anything to do it anyway. I drove home along my secondary highway (93) and every driveway (miles long, or not) had a people at the end holding candles or a pick-up with people holding candles. Yeah, I cried.
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