Like many, I am shocked and saddened by the shooting in Colorado on July 20 at a movie theater. I follow the story in bytes and headlines. I cannot bear to continue listening and reading. Fear and terror overcome me when I think of my innocent child growing up in a world with anger, hatred, and evil.
At 8 months, Jack has never even had a bruise. His newness is radiant ― smooth cheeks, downy hair, dimpled knees, tiny feet. His world is ABC blocks and teddy bears, “This Little Piggy” and “This Little Light of Mine”, finger puppets and board books.
Must he grow up and know of shootings, wars, bombings . . .? Will he be caught in a line of fire? Will tragedy explode at his feet?