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  • "there's another world inside of me that you may never see".
    "Sadness touches everyone, even the ones who shouldn't be sad at all".

    Two days ago a young girl called Klara climbed on the roof of a Shopping Mall and jumped. She was barely 14. She was a blue-eyed angel with half curly blonde hair (I saw her pictures, her Instagram). She was just a child caught in the chaos of growing up. Nothing was mentioned about bullying (so I assume she wasn't necessarily a victim of bullies) but rather a young soul covered in darkness. It's not a chosen darkness. It just is - the black dog that can't be kept on a leash.

    We always hear parents say: "oh, you are just a child - what do you have to worry about?" Parents are eager to say: "here's some money, go have some fun at the mall or at the park or where ever." Parents (some not all) have lost touch, have lost the connection, have lost the key to the hearts of their young teenagers. I often watch families in public places - baby brother on an Ipad playing his baby games. Mom reading a message on her phone while pushing the stroller all over the sidewalk. Dad five steps behind on a business call and the rest of the teenagers on their devices. All connected to the world of technology yet totally disconnected from each other.

    I have watched teenagers at school (from a teaching perspective) - most of them rebels with a cause! I support them when they start seeking attention (sometimes in terrible ways) but how else are they getting Dad and Mom to look up, to look into their eyes and tell them how much they are loved? How else do you get busy parents to focus on what should be the most precious thing to them on this planet? Young teenagers do strange things in the name of looking for love, support and acceptance. Sometimes or most of the time, all these youngsters need is a hug. An honest ear to listen - not judge. An honest eye to look into - to trust, without being frowned upon. Instead, we hear of Mrs. A and Mrs. B driving the newest Mercedes and their husbands traveling abroad for work all the time and we hear about their fancy houses in a fancy suburb. See, the problem here is the word "house" - a house isn't a home. And that's where the trouble starts. A huge house with no warmth, no real love to feel when you walk in the front door. Children are very sensitive beings - a child's innocence and purity can sense these things.

    Klara jumped. She is dead. I'm not here to blame her parents or school or friends. I'm not pointing any fingers. But I am pointing at the darkness lurking, waiting to consume young teenagers. The difference between a happy and sad child is 5 minutes. Give 5 minutes to your teenager - listen with intent, realize your baby has suddenly turned into a raging teenager, listen to a favorite song together or just give a hug.

    Sometimes 5 minutes is all you need...
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