It’s hard to believe that we’re here again …. having this conversation again and feeling our hearts breaking again. I’m trying to get some work done and I’m distracted with my thoughts from the tragic events last week. I was more than just a little relieved to see a police car parked outside the front of my son’s school when I dropped him off this morning. It was everything I could do to contain the tears as I watched him with his fellow students walk through the school doors.
Today’s post is not my normal post. As I said the last time I wrote about this, consider this a post to reflect on what has happened. I said these lines in my last post here when I wrote about the shootings in Aurora, Colorado:
These were just ordinary people living their lives. No one could have ever dreamed something like this would happened. BUT I believe …. there was someone who knew.
I’m not here to start a political debate or a heated discussion about gun control. However, I am going to share with you the words of David Brooks (Columnist, New York Times) and what he said this weekend on Meet the Press:
We’ve had enough of these cases to get a profile of typically what they’re like. They tend to be intelligent. They tend to have an extremely high estimation of their own significance. Something happens to them that damages that estimation. They feel they’re not being recognized by the world at large and they decide they’re going to do something to make the world recognize them. And so they go out and do these terrible things. And at the moment they’re doing them, this is the happiest moment of their life. They feel the world is uncontrolled and then suddenly they are in their– they are in control. And they are the hero in their own life story. And so we should acknowledge A, they are extremely determined to do these things. And that it’s– they are essentially– they spend the months before lost in a black hole of their own festering. And I think it’s those black holes that we– we, as parents, as mental health community, have to try to fill before they– they turn into these monsters.
So I urge you all to think about these words as we try to heal as a nation: If You See Something, Say Something. As hokey as this sounds, the life you save could be your family or your own.
I write this in the hope that someone will see this and say something. They’ll talk to their teacher, say something to their parent or be brave enough to call the police. I’ve said everything that I can about this. There really are no more words. And right now, all I want to do is hug my son Jake.