I'm probably not really ready yet to write about the events there earlier this week. I know my step-son is at school there. I know he is safe - he wasn't on campus at the time. I know he knew victims.
I can only be so very thankful that he is unharmed. I feel a deep sorrow for those who were injured and killed and for the ones left behind who loved them.
The school is a good school. People come out of there ready for the world and ready to give the world their all. The student who snapped is an exception to that. I can say that I wish someone had acted more pro-actively to get him in control before this happened, but too many freedoms would have to be lost for everyone to make that a legal possibility. Sometimes, you just don't know all the facts until everything is over and the body count piles up.
I wanted nothing more in the world than to get on a plane and fly to the school. I'd spoken to my step-son. He told me he was fine. That's not the same as putting my arms around the one I consider to be under my protection. Whether or not I felt the labor pains, whether or not I changed their diapers, he and his brother are my sons in my heart; and I would do anything, including laying down my own life, to keep them from harm. I wanted to be there, to put my arms around him and shield him from anything else that may come near. Knowing his mother, she felt the same. And if I know her at all, she drove straight there as soon as she heard. Or she will be there shortly. I will be satisfied with that.
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