As I got back from the bus stop the other day and took off my shoes, I had a flash in my mind of the unthinkable, though sadly it has happened to others. I thought to myself, this month before another heartbreaking anniversary, how I would react if a mentally unstable person took aim at my own children while they sat at school.
I was enraged in my brief and imaginary future. Grief stricken and broken. It was clear that I would be terribly and horribly changed. And I realized I would be loud. Loud and unwavering in my fight to make change and do what I can to prevent it happening to others.
Back in reality I thought to myself, why would I only do that if personally affected?
And when I really thought about that, I determined the sad truth was fear. I fear how others will react to my more forceful and loud proclamations and actions. Would I lose friends, would I gain enemies?
But there would be no more fear if I had gone through what the parents in Newtown went through. They have been hurt beyond all pain I could imagine.
So they speak and they work for change out in the open. Loud and unwavering.
I realize I have to do more. I have to be clear.
There are changes needed now. We need common sense gun regulations. We need accessible mental health care for anyone and everyone who needs it. We need to stop bullying and encourage compassion.
I call on everyone who has ideas, who has an opinion, to challenge yourself to speak up and push for real change. Because we could all wait until we are personally affected to get involved, as it is inevitable on the path we are, but that is not a world to wait for.