Oklahoma = Newtown? Yes, For Me, A Little
All I could think about was Newtown. Glued to the television once more, I prayed that the children would be found. As the first few were dug out, I thought, maybe, this time, a miracle. But when I went to bed, 37 were dead, and seven were children. These children drowned. Once again I thought what it would be like to be a child and know you were going to die. I don't know that a crazed gunman is any worse than a wind that sucks you under a pile of rubble, then floods you with water until you can't breathe while you can't move one part of your body to get away, and so, you slowly suffocate as the water rushes into your mouth and nose, and then, please, God, peace, before death. I turned the TV on early this morning, hoping for good news, but even more children had died. As of 7 a.m., it was up to 20. I know you can't bring religion, and God, into this, but I do wonder sometimes. Why do the children have to die? I watched one mother find h...