My father was teacher as was my Uncle, several of my
cousins, and my niece. It was a culture I grew up with. Teachers were a part of
my world at home as much as they were in school.
Teachers are more often than not, parents-on-loan for
their students.
They protect and nurture.
I think it is difficult for anyone to not to feel
saddened by the slaughter of little children and the teachers who bravely
sought in vain to save them in Newton Connecticut.
It is difficult not be touched by the surviving teachers
who blockaded themselves and their students in their classrooms and made sure
to tell their frightened students how much they were loved.
It is difficult not to l think that it is only by the
grace of God that the angel of death did not chose our town—our children, aunts,
nieces, cousins and friends.
And so we pray for the deceased as well as all those mourning
in death’s wake.
And we hug our loved ones a little bit more tightly.
We are safe—this
time.
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