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The Nashville School Shooting — Overcoming Our Hopelessness
I wish I could tell you that I cried when I read the alerts coming in on my phone. I wish the updates made me gasp and reel in shock. I wish that I was stunned or even in denial of the crimes being described and discussed at length on every news channel.
But no tears fell for those three precious children. Or for the staff members, Cynthia and Katherine. Or even for Mr. Hill, the custodian who — aside from the updated style of his glasses — bore a striking resemblance to Mr. Sanders, my own beloved school custodian in Texas years ago.
No, the only things that fell today after taking in two days of coverage of the latest of 129 mass shootings in America this year (yes, read that stat again…) were my shoulders and my head. My entire body sank into itself.
How. Are. We. Still. HERE??!!??
The news of Columbine jolted my entire college campus nearly 24 years ago. I was on the radio live covering the Tucson shooting, which included Congresswoman Gabby Giffords, 12 years ago. I did an emergency on-air special…
