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Once upon a time when I went to school, I remember passing through metal detectors and scanners.  I was a constant target of inspection, being an alto sax player.  My case could be harboring more than just reeds, you know?    It was the reality you lived with growing up in a big city. It never bothered me either.   And, it wasn’t until I left did I realize that I endured some dripping levels of suspicion and security.  At first it was refreshing that was all behind me, but now I’m not so sure.

The Sandy Hook massacre reminded me, once again, that tragedy knows no zip code.  Newtown, CT.   Anytown USA.   And that infamous Friday, I was hugging my kiddos that much tighter.  I found myself suddenly longing for those tight school security measures that once made me repeatedly late to first period. Then I stepped back and thought about it. How sad.  How sad that not even schools are sacred anymore.  Then I remembered I found myself thinking the same thing when Columbine first happened. And now, even routine trips to the mall or movies can be life-threatening events.

Because of my job, I’m confronted with countless stories of senseless loss pretty routinely. It’s just my reality. But at the end of the day – I’m still human. This one cut deeply – as I’m sure it did with countless parents across the world.   How do I, as a mother, explain something  I don’t fully understand? How do I fully calm fears when they are running rampant inside me?  How many more stories of loss before change is made?  And so I pray – for those babies, the families, for the world we live in.  I pray the deaths of the Sandy Hook students and staff will not be in vain.

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