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The Day Dawned


Today dawned just like any other day. Fog blanketed the area. It's haze lingers. Somehow it is appropriate. The brilliant sun of yesterday is gone and only questions and sorrow linger.

Yet we are reminded that life does go on, whether we welcome it or not. We can't turn back the clock. We can't fix what has happened. The bodies remain. The shattered lives linger. Long after the news reporters have moved on to another story, the peace and calm will allude us. Because now we know for sure that horrible things can happen anywhere, at anytime, to anyone. No more heads in the cloud denial. Not for us. Not for our children. Not for our sleepy communities.

When the tornado killed nine people just over two years ago, that was horrible and unimaginable. But it was an act of nature. A freak event that destroyed a school that had withstood countless tornadoes and students. But the shooting rampage was a deliberate attack. Planned carnage. How does the mind of a seemingly normal person become the mind of someone capable of such rage? Will we ever know?

We are reminded that life is uncertain. We are reminded to value each moment with those we love and care about. We are reminded that possessions really don't matter. What does matter are the people in our lives and those whose lives revolve around ours. We are grateful for those who respond to tragedy without hesitation. We reach out to strangers whose grief is beyond anything we can comprehend.

Take a moment today to offer a kindness to someone you may not know, someone you do know and someone you love. Remember to say "please" and "thank you" and show mercy to those around you. They are human too. This moment, this opportunity, is the only chance we may have to make a positive difference in someone's life. Seize it. Embrace it. Create a positive moment for someone to remember. We never know. That moment could be their last. Or ours.
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  1. JOSE VASQUEZMarch 11, 2009 at 1:06 PM

    Your blog is interesting. Good job!

    Mine is in spanish. Maybe you come over sometime.

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