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Don't call it what it's not
My book club has been reading the book Nineteen Minutes. If you have read it you know the irony I am thinking before I say it. You see it's about a school shooting. Tomorrow evening I have to go and discuss this book so I have been avoiding stories about V Tech on television. But it's hard. I log on to the internet and boom the killers sad angry face pops up. I switch tv channels and end up on a station interviewing two survivors saying how they are still in shock. Still someone else stops me at work and mentions how sad the whole thing is. It makes me wonder. A lot. It makes me wonder things as I am driving along - am I driving to the safety of my home or will tradgedy strike and I never make it there. I ponder my own exsistence and the fragile thread we all hold on to called life. You think about what was the victims last thought. Was it their family, girlfriend/boyfriend? Maybe there was a ring in their pocket ready to propose and offer a lifetime of happiness. And what of the people they left behind? Maybe someone was waiting at home ready to say "we're having a baby".

Who can say what one person was thinking or the depths of where their psyche had gone to provoke them to do this. I can't imagine. Like everyone, some days seem just too damn hard. Life can be boring or worse still so very opressive I suppose sometimes it leads to someone snapping. But what if they had waited and the next day was different. You get a phone call -you got the job! You got an A in the class.Your little boy just called you his hero. Let's face it, it takes more courage to travel that path to see what happens , to find out what joy life might bring than a creating a abrupt end to destiny in a few minutes for 31 people and yourself .