Sigh

When I started this blog, I committed to keeping it 100% about pregnancy and nothing else. I feel I would be remiss, though, not to address the events at Virginia Tech yesterday. Mainly, someday I will send my baby out into the world, just like the parents of the students who died yesterday. And though my child may grow up to be a good citizen, a person to admire, I can not protect him/her from those who have violence in their hearts. What a waste. I will never understand how a person can plot murder--take the time to obtain weapons and develop a plan--but not put half that effort into seeking therapy, confiding in a friend, or contemplating what his actions will do to his legacy, his family, other families, and his soul. Who or what is so important that murder is the only option? Did a girl break your heart? Guess what? There are other girls out there. Did a professor fail you? Study more, or take your case to the Board. Point is, there are always options. The only person who can't see options is the person who's already decided what he wants to do. How sad.

There is something selfish about a person who can kill strangers. It's like saying, "MY pain is more important than anything YOU and your family will endure. Look at ME and how much I hurt!" The shooter at Virginia Tech will at least have his motive explained somehow, but the victims? They have died for no cause, no wrong they've done. In the end, no matter what someone did that made the shooter feel justified in his actions, no matter how terrible the initial offense was, the shooter was the biggest jerk of all. He killed innocent people, caused pain to those who caused him no wrong. He deserves no pity, because he gave none.

I guess I can teach my baby this: never give others (people or things) control of your happiness, because the day they decide to take it away, you will have a hole that you won't know how to fill.