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What is the world coming to....

While listening to the radio as I made dinner last night, I heard a little blurb about a planned activity on Wednesday (tomorrow) at my daughter's high school. I just caught the end of the announcment, so I didn't have all the details, but what I did have scared me to death. No, it wasn't a bake sale or a pep rally or a car wash. A boy was going to randomly shoot and kill students.

I would have preferred a car wash.


  1. whoa.
    i read the article. this boy obviously as gotten to a point where he doesn't understand that any good can actually happen in his life, that he might as well cash it all in. his sickness has become his identity instead of simply being sickness that needs to be addressed and healed. so sad that he equates himself, his very worth, with the rage he is going through. what on earth were his parents doing all these years? i guess i have a pretty good clue.

  2. I wish I knew how to better recognize a troubled teen on the edge of doing something that horrific. I just don't know. Parents need to be so incredibly entwined in their children's lives so that they know what they are doing, what they are feeling and what direction their lives are taking.

    Last night I spent a great deal of time talking to my eldest child. Being seventeen is so incredibly rough sometimes. Hormones, school, work, peer pressure, the stress of going to college AND high school at the same time. It was good that we spent so much time talking. I even got some hugs. She's an amazing person.

  3. why wouldn't she be? apple don't fall far from the tree.

  4. That's frightening. Made all the more frightening by the ease with which he could access firearms. The US doesn't have any more nutters in the world than anywhere else but it does have nutters with guns. I'm 45 but I can only remember one school rampage in the UK and that wasn't by a pupil. What happens there that it's so different? Pamela has touched on the core though - you have to be in touch with your children. Only parents can teach reality - you can't expect a child to get a balanced view of the world when all it respects are its peers, TV and video games. Very sad.


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