I was a little bit under the weather this week and had to take it easy. I worked only a few hours in the morning and spent the rest of the day cuddled up under a blanket in the living room. I had enough time to catch up with all my favorite shows and I watched the news. One lady mentioned the latest mass shooting in California and I sighed, “Another one,” I thought and I didn’t really feel like watching.
Friends came over last night; we ate good, had a few drinks and talked a lot about everything that came to our mind. Sitting down with a group of friends, with different political opinions -yes, I do allow Republicans in our house- is always quiet entertaining.
The last time I cried for strangers and felt the need to reach out, was when I was on my way back home on December 14, 2012, when I heard the news, about the shooting at the Sandy Hook Elementary school. It wasn’t the first school shooting I heard of, but it was the first one that made me cry. Names like Columbine, Virginia Tech and Sandy Hook are burned into the minds of our generation.