“We have no right to ask when a sorrow comes, 'Why did this happen to me?' unless we ask the same question for every joy that comes our way.” -Anonymous
Just as the tragedy in Newtown began with a whisper; someone had a feeling, just a twinge in the pit of their stomach:
A child was sick and in pain. A family was falling apart. A mother's sense of security was unraveling.
Either protection, ego, or pride, even perhaps a bit of each, became a barrier to help for everyone involved. Eventually that twinge became a feeling and that feeling became a thought and that thought became a voice and that voice became a scream. And the scream was only heard after it was too late to save each of those Earthly lives that were lost.
But it's not too late for us. We are still here and we have a responsibility to those who are physically gone to hear the messages loud and clear...and take action now to change the course of the world.
Why wait until tragedy strikes to tell your children you love them daily and hug them a little tighter? Why wait to care about those around you and ask if someone's okay and see if anyone you know could use some prayer or some help or just someone to listen to them? Why wait to stop judging people with disabilities or mental illness or people who are down on their luck? Why wait to tell someone you think they are making good choices or are a good parent or did something that made you smile? Why wait to respect your children and shower them with love and guidance? Why wait to help someone feel included?