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  • When the tragedy occurred, I was probably sitting at my desk, glancing quickly at the clock on the wall, listening with one ear while the teacher wrapped up our latest discussion on Hammurabi and his code of laws. I, no doubt, never even gave a thought to the fact that somewhere, there were people who's last sound that they heard was that of a gun shot, unneeded chaos, lives lost, tragically. I have always been someone who believed that all things happen for a reason; but, still it is hard to see the reason for so much bloodshed, the blood of Innocent people, obscured by hazy clouds of grief. Why do people do such things? No one knows the answer to that. All I know is that I believe destiny made paths meet for some reason, made trees fall abruptly on their winding trails. I hate to think that it very well could have been me. It could have been me with my heart in my throat, clinging to life, afraid for my friends, teachers, and myself. For now I feel the deepest sympathy for those families in Connecticut, but I do hope that I never, ever have to feel the empathy, never have to feel their pain.
  • A tree surrenders to Hurricane Irene. We did not get hit as badly as this household, but if you look, there is always worse. I pray for those who got the worst.
  • Who knows what hardships this snowstorm brought in 2010? But clear your head of these thoughts. This storm brought with it tons of glimmering beauty.
  • In the beginning, to the end, there is hope. And in the end, peace will bloom.
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