Don't you dare forget.
Trip Start Aug 22, 2012
20Trip End Jul 24, 2013
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I remember exactly where I was when I learned of the great American tragedies that have occurred during my lifetime.
I remember Columbine. I was in fifth grade. I remember my mom picking me up from school. I went home.
I remember 9/11. I was in eighth grade. We were doing a physics projects in the gymnasium. There was a meeting called. My history teacher told me that we would never forget this day. They sent us home early. I watched the news for the rest of the day.
I remember the Virginia Tech massacre. I was a freshman in college. I found out from a friend who lived in the same dorm. I watched the news with my girlfriend at the time. We were astonished at the death toll. Then we went to the park.
I remember the movie theater shootings in Aurora, CO. I was in New Orleans for a youth gathering. I couldn't grasp it. I was more preoccupied with the weather. Later, I liked the fact that Christian Bail visited survivors.
I remember countless earthquakes, tsunamis, and other atrocities from across the globe. Haiti, Thailand, and China. I wish I could put a name to more of them, but what would that do? I read about them in the paper. I heard about them in classrooms. I did nothing. What could I do?
I remember today. I read a facebook status from a dear friend mentioning the shootings. I was sitting in front of the fifty -two Mexican children. This day, when 26 people were shot to death at an elementary school in Connecticut. Eighteen kids were executed. Six adults shot, trying to stop the killer. I want to name them, but I don't know their names. I want to do something, but I don't know what to do. Somethings gotta give.
We are so connected by facebook, twitter, and the internet in general. Let's not thwart these discussions regarding how we feel and what we should do.
It may be easy to bury these thoughts and memories because they do not directly affect oneself. Don't. These could be your students. These could be your little brothers and sisters. They could be your children.