Yesterday, a recently unemployed immigrant, who apparently had not mastered English, walked into a community center in Binghamton New York and killed 13 or 14 others before taking his own life.
These kind of things have become way too common, some news I was watching this morning said this was the 3rd such atrocity in America within the last month. That doesn't seem real to me.
I know that times are so very hard. Everyone I know has had to tighten their belts in some ways and there are some folks who are so barely getting by, I can't imagine how they feel. Four years ago, when I first had to start the disability process, I was scared to death and almost in a panic on how we'd survive, especially if I didn't get approved the first time thru. I remember the overwhelmedness and the tears, I cried and cried, until I was just sick. I was blessed beyond words, and while it's not been easy, we've made it pretty good.
I can't imagine if all of that went away suddenly and I had to face losing everything. But, I don't think there's any inkling in my mind that my method of operation would be to load up weapons and take out as many folks as I can. That's the part I don't understand, so maybe, while I think I've known desperate times, I haven't.
Or maybe, it's just that I was raised that when the going gets tough, well, the tough get going! My parents always advocated hard work, no matter what, and no matter how bad something got, there was a way out if you put your mind and back into it. That's so deeply ingrained in me I suppose I can't imagine ever giving up.
If I ever thought I had to give up though, I don't think it would involve hurting anyone else. What's the sense in that? Of course, none of these episodes make sense.
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