"We’re Averaging One School Shooting Every 60 Hours In 2018"
By Lydia O’Connor
“A reported shooting at a South Florida high school on Wednesday marks the country’s 18th school shooting of 2018, just 45 days into the year. That’s an average of one school shooting every 60 hours thus far in 2018, more than double the number of school shootings recorded in any of the previous three years in that same period. Those numbers are according to data compiled by the gun control advocacy organization Everytown for Gun Safety, which defines a school shooting as any time a firearm is discharged on or around a campus.
Details are still emerging about what happened during Wednesday’s shooting at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkland, Florida, but as of 6:30 pm., at least 17 people had been reported dead.” Full story at the link.
Mass shootings are a near-daily occurrence now. Everywhere. Schools, malls, churches, offices... nowhere's safe, and we seem powerless to do anything to stop the slaughter. Add another 17,000 plus homicides to the total. As a nation we've collectively lost our minds... and our souls. God help us...
“My heart broke on its shame and sorrow. I suddenly knew how much crying there was in me, and how little love. I knew, at last, how lonely I was. But I couldn’t respond. My culture had taught me all the wrong things well. So I lay completely still, and gave no reaction at all. But the soul has no culture. The soul has no nations. The soul has no color or accent or way of life. The soul is forever. The soul is one. And when the heart has its moment of truth and sorrow, the soul can’t be stilled.
I clenched my teeth against the stars. I closed my eyes. I surrendered to sleep. One of the reasons why we crave love, and seek it so desperately, is that love is the only cure for loneliness, and shame, and sorrow. But some feelings sink so deep into the heart that only loneliness can help you find them again. Some truths about yourself are so painful that only shame can help you live with them. And some things are just so sad that only your soul can do the crying for you.”
- Gregory David Roberts, "Shantaram"