I haven’t been writing much lately. No, that’s wrong. I have been writing a lot, just on term papers and not for my website. I’m finishing my last class for my Bachelor’s degree and I have been a little stressed. I’m hoping to be done at the end of December and back to writing regularly in January.
What temporarily distracted me from my studies are the tragic killings at the elementary school that happened today in Newtown, Connecticut. Whether you agree with me or disagree with me doesn’t really matter because I won’t change my opinion. Read on.
When I first heard the tragic news I was travelling in my car and the newscaster was describing the horrible scene. He didn’t however identify where it had happened and for one sick moment I imagined that it was at my grandkids school. I became physically ill. But then I thought, “That could never happen at their school, it is such a good school and such a nice neighborhood. It could never happen there.” Just as I finished my thought the announcer identified the quiet little town where they had nice neighborhoods and good schools, just like where my kids and grandkids live, except that the unthinkable did happened.
I then thought about the phone call that I had earlier that morning with my daughter. Just the night before they had somebody try to break into their home. Long story short the police were called, the deviant got away, but everyone was safe and the children slept through the whole ordeal (thank goodness for big favors). My daughter is going to be talking to her neighbors today so that everyone in the neighborhood will be more observant and vigilant.
Tragedies and problems seem to be making headlines on a more regular basis than ever before. Columbine (no explanation needed), a tragic shooting at a mall killing several people, movie goers mowed down and now…this unspeakable, unthinkable tragedy in Connecticut.
In watching the news tonight and following the events as they unfolded I have heard several comments from TV commentators concerning the “need” for more “gun control”. What? Take away the guns from people so that they can’t defend themselves from those who are deranged and off-kilter? No! If anything we need to have more people who know how to control guns!
We are not going to always know who the nutters are and be able to take them off the street before they go off the deep end and start randomly shooting people. You say that it wouldn’t happen if the guns were no longer available? Don’t kid yourself. Those freaks who don’t think normally will always be able to get guns – legal or not.
Now on the other hand if all of the teachers had been required to be concealed weapons permit holders and had been taught how to handle and respect a gun, then I really strongly believe that there would have been less loss of life because one of more of the teachers would have been in a position to stop the intruder – immediately and utterly.
Take the guns away and restrict them? Never! When I lived in Denmark as a young exchange student, my Danish host parents told me that everyone in Denmark was required to serve a year in the military. In the military everyone was required to learn how to use an automatic weapon and when they left the military, they were required to keep their guns. How many home invasions do you think happened in Denmark? None. Why? Because the would-be-invaders knew that everyone owned an automatic rifle and knew how to use it. Not good odds for the home invaders; excellent odds for the home owners.
Gun control laws are not the answer, knowing how to control a gun is. Do tragic accidents occur from time to time to responsible gun handlers? Yes they can and do happen, but not very often and usually when they do happen it ends up hurting a loved one or friend. This is sad, but that is a completely different scenario than when somebody goes out and targets unarmed innocent victims. I have been a gun owner since I was eight years old (under my parent’s strict supervision). I, nor any of my friends or relatives, have ever been involved in a gun accident. Nor have any of us targeted others.
I am now in my 50’s and in all the years that I have owned a gun I have never once wanted to shoot anyone – ever. I think that is the way with 99.999% of gun owners. It is the .001% that goes off the deep end socially and acts inexcusably. I want to have the ability to defend myself against these deranged people.
Stop the nonsense of wanting to control guns and instead learn how to be in control when using a gun.
Poem for children at Sandy Hook Elementary
Written by Camero Smith of Mt. Wolf PA
twas’ 11 days before Christmas, around 9:38
when 20 beautiful children stormed through heaven’s gate.
their smiles were contagious, their laughter filled the air.
they could hardly believe all the beauty they saw there.
they were filled with such joy, they didn’t know what to say.
they remembered nothing of what had happened earlier that day.
“where are we?” asked a little girl, as quiet as a mouse.
“this is heaven.” declared a small boy. “we’re spending Christmas at God’s house.”
when what to their wondering eyes did appear,
but Jesus, their savior, the children gathered near.
He looked at them and smiled, and they smiled just the same.
then He opened His arms and He called them by name.
and in that moment was joy, that only heaven can bring
those children all flew into the arms of their King
and as they lingered in the warmth of His embrace,
one small girl turned and looked at Jesus’ face.
and as if He could read all the questions she had
He gently whispered to her, “I’ll take care of mom and dad.”
then He looked down on earth, the world far below
He saw all of the hurt, the sorrow, and woe
then He closed His eyes and He outstretched His hand,
“Let My power and presence re-enter this land!”
“may this country be delivered from the hands of fools”
“I’m taking back my nation. I’m taking back my schools!”
then He and the children stood up without a sound.
“come now my children, let me show you around.”
excitement filled the space, some skipped and some ran.
all displaying enthusiasm that only a small child can.
and I heard Him proclaim as He walked out of sight,
“in the midst of this darkness, I AM STILL THE LIGHT.