Sunday, March 06, 2011
Tragedy. The heart of grief.
I am not certain of how to start this post. The tragedy at West Wendover has ripped me up. It was tough to get out of bed today.
Not only because it has hit so close to home, but because it is a young life, who in one moment has her whole future, and is living carefree and hopeful.
Then violence strikes.
How do we prepare our youth for the future. We don't teach them skills that will keep them debt free by understanding the process of credit cards, percentages in applying it to every day consumerism.
We don't prepare them how to prepare a nutritious meal, or how to plan for a week's menu, nor how to shop, store or budget for it. How many households teach the kids living sharing it with a parent or adult, show their dependents any of this stuff. When those having kids are kids, without these skills how the hell do we expect the offspring to learn what the parent doesn't know?!
Neither does our rural youth know violence. Nor are they prepared. It is known more so than many realize, but when it is predatory is is a foreign concept.
How in the world can a good, young, uninformed person, or even one who has lived a life not affected by violence possibly comprehend predatory violence.
Predator: (n) an animal that naturally preys on others.
Predatory violence is exactly that, simply the hunt for prey. They want resources or they just like the process of the hunt. There is no rational rhyme or reason to those who cannot consider hunting for the kill, another human being.
It's like the spider you squashed, or the deer you got last season. Same indifference, except most people would not ever think of applying this indifference to other people.
There is no answer to "why". It isn't consoling to hear how awful the world and people can be. There is nothing that will give solace to this tragedy. NOTHING..
Except a drive forward to try to educate. Accurate, informative education so that other families don't have to go thru this.
Bullshit information will only set up illusions of safety with out having actual security.
This is not about physical abilities. It is about education and training of how to apply that education.
In a previous post, I mentioned feeling like Neo, who took Morphius' red pill, and realized he was far more into a rabbit hole than he knew he ever wanted to be. With no turning back.
Here I am.
That post was in relation to the violence dynamics training I recently attended.
One cannot unlearn.