Filed under: Non-Knitting
It was Wednesday when the phone rang rather early; my oldest sister wanted to talk to the folks before any of us might happen on any breaking news stories. Her daughter was safe. And, it was mentioned, she didn’t really know the victim.
Carole goes to Foss High School in Tacoma, Washington.
I’ve been thinking since then, it doesn’t really matter how close we are personally to the one who was hit. An act of hatred hates all of us, hurts all of us.
But an act of great grace, of love and of unwavering compassion regardless of what was done, heals us all far more. Will anyone ever forget how the Amish lived what they believed, for as long as any of us will live? Will we not hand that story down to our children’s children in our personal families’ histories as well as in the textbooks to come?
Which our children’s children’s children will learn about in school. And our humanity will go on.
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