I was a sophomore in high school, and I was sick that day, so I stayed home. I don't quite remember how the news got turned on, I was probably flipping through channels and saw something, but I watched the whole thing through. I spend the day crying, watching in horror as the terrorized students ran towards the news cameras. I couldn't understand how someone could commit such senseless violence.
I've been taking the kids to Columbine library for almost a year now, many times playing at the park next door. I'd seen signs for the Columbine memorial, but I'd never been over to see it. And I honestly had no clue that the high school was just over the hill.
It was really beautiful. I had no idea it would have that much of an emotional impact on me. The atmosphere was quite reverent as we walked in. Even Erin felt it, she was shushing Patrick. I didn't know any of those who had been killed, but I it still hurt so much to see. So many lives lost.
Each victim had a plaque with whatever the family felt appropriate to put on it, and one plaque, Rachel Joy Scott's, had something she had written about a month prior.
"I have this theory that if one person can go out of their way to show compassion, then it will start a chain reaction of the same. People will never know how far a little kindness can go."
Wouldn't the world be a better place if we all learned to do just that?
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