Thoughts on Terror, Peace, and Love

Whether it is the action of a gunman shooting into a crowd of concert goers or a man driving a truck into pedestrians, it is terror. It is terrifying. It is deadly. It makes me want to cry.  And, I want it to stop.

Terror comes in all shapes and forms. There are homegrown terrorists and those from other countries. People of all backgrounds have killed or harmed many people. Whether it is for religious reasons, being fired from a job, a mental illness, or any other reason, it is terror and has consequences for all involved.

Terror in any form leads to bloodshed, lost life, and people who will never be the same again. As a result of violence, people are severely injured, others have to live with survivor’s guilt, and we mourn our loved ones who have been lost. We often have a hard time moving forward.

A gunman firing into people gathered for a concert is just as horrific as cars being driven into crowds of people, or shots being fired at baseball games, or buildings being blown up, or planes flying into buildings, or people in schools, nightclubs, movie theaters, or concert halls being the targets of violence, or home invasions where the robbers kill someone.

So what do we do about it? How can we change things? How can we come together as a country to take care of the most vulnerable of us and protect our way of life? I am not sure but do know that something must be done. I feel for my son and his generation and what they are inheriting in this world, and frankly, it scares and saddens me.

As a society, we have become so divisive, so mean to each other, so intolerant, so hateful, we often lie without thinking, and jump to conclusions without all of the facts. When we act like that and cannot find a way to even listen to each other, how can we expect our children to do any better? We have turned into a world of terrible examples for our children.

Also, many adults don’t seem to care about the importance and sanctity of life. We call ourselves a certain religion but then don’t practice love, peace, forgiveness, graciousness, kindness, or truthfulness. We seem so lost as a society and I am saddened and troubled.  And I want to sit down and weep.

What happened to practicing the golden rule of treating others how we want to be treated? What happened to spreading kindness and love, instead of meanness and hate? What happened to knowing you can disagree with someone without them being your enemy? What happened to our common decency, respect for others, and civility?

What happened to teaching our children the difference between real and imaginary? That playing a game is not the same as a real weapon? The fact is that guns in the wrong hands do kill and/or hurt people. That bullet will strike a person who could die, have life-altering injures, such as paralysis, blindness or broken bones.

Cars hitting people or planes flying into a building are just as deadly and deliberate in the intention to cause harm. I know a little something about being hit by a car and let me tell you it gives me chills each and every time I hear about it.

I was run over in a parking lot with a car that was out of control. It was an accident and the car was going very slowly and three of us were injured. We all lived but things could have been so much worse. I am thankful every day that they weren’t.

I don’t mean to sound so negative or pessimistic, but these are things I am troubled about. I want Ian to grow up in a world where he can trust adults and believe truths. I want him to go out and do things without being scared or fearful of something happening to him. I want him to feel safe at night and know that he will be okay.

As his parent, I will do all that I can to keep him safe, comfortable, loved and listened to. My husband and I work together to ensure a good life for Ian, with lots of love, rules, discipline as needed, and structure.  And, a lot of fun along the way.

I just hope that other adults both in our community and on the national level can help us do the same. It does take a village to raise a child and I want our village to be better, to be more loving and more caring. I want us to help one another and work for the betterment of each other, not just ourselves. I want us to remember that our children need us to be examples of how to act and how to treat others.