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What Do We Do When The Unthinkable Happens?


Talk about it…Don’t talk about it. The question weighed heavily on my mind.

Clearly, I decided it is just too important not to address. Though modern events are not the thrust of my writing, the world we live in shapes the way we live our lives and the way we live our lives shapes that world in return.

What do we do when the unthinkable happens?

Do we stare in awe glued to our television screens?

Do we enact new laws geared at prevention by legislation?

Do we look for someone to blame and point the finger?

Do we brush it off as a freak event?

Do we shake our fist and lament the terrible world we live in?


See, I don’t think any of those things helps, or at least they don’t get to the true heart of the problem.

It starts with looking inside ourselves and asking what can I do, instead of what can “they” do.


I can sit for a moment and absorb the pain of broken lives and broken hearts.

I can lend compassion and reach out with a helping hand.

I can hug those I hold dear and steep myself in a river of gratitude for the people in my life.

I can consider the broken world in which I live and my contribution and role in molding and shaping that world.

What can I do about the culture of violence in my world?

How can I help the troubled, unstable people among us so they don’t channel their pain into hurting others?

What can I teach my children so that they may begin to repair the broken world they are inheriting?

How do I make sense of the senseless? Understand the unthinkable? Prevent the the unimaginable?

How do I answer the question “Why?” when I find the answer so reprehensible? The answer is I don’t know. I simply don’t know. And that’s really no answer at all.

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