Sometimes when you ask questions, you get difficult answers.
Our world can offer up situations no young person should have to face.
It happened over the weekend. A family member killed. By a gun. A senior in college. In a dorm. It was news to me yesterday. Today the tears came.
I sat next to my student, at a loss for words.
This not only hurt but created fear in her. Destroying a sense of safety.
“I don’t mind people having guns. I just don’t like what people do with them,” she said.
“Would it help if you wrote about it?”
That got a nod and the tears to stop.
And as she wrote, they fell again.
“I never got to meet him.”
“What if you write him a letter?” I said.
“The sadness comes and goes,” she said.
Too much for someone so young.
Too much for us all.