It has been a difficult, long, last two weeks. Briefly, there was a crisis which touched one of the schools I serve. It was an incident of domestic violence where one of our first graders was shot to death, her 4th grade sister critically wounded, and her mother and grandmother wounded as well. The little girl's funeral was yesterday, and although I did not go, it certainly was uppermost in my thoughts as I worked at school.
Events like this always cause me to reassess my worldview regarding good and evil, of what happens when you are in the wrong place at the wrong time, and who really is in control of what in this universe. I am finding that really, when I'm called on to serve in a crisis, I can do that running purely on what I know my job is and what I have to do. It's usually days later before I really begin to mull things over and process the horrific nature of what happened, and then begin to put it in proper persepctive in my mental filing cabinet. PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) occurs when that system breaks down. Sometimes people have to deal with trauma, tragedy, and things too indescribable to talk about - and I wonder if those who truly suffer from this disorder ever can regain a sense of normalacy about life.
Rest in peace, Reimy. I pray Dayonara recovers, and certainly for her mother and grandmother as well - the healing required to deal with this tragedy will be much more than just physical.
1 comment:
Well said.
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