April 17, 2007

My heart, prayers and thoughts go out to the families, friends, and colleagues of any student at Virginia Tech–especially the victims in yesterday's tragedy. I'm stunned and angry and horribly distressed.
I found out about it when I walked into a restaurant yesterday and saw a silently-playing CNN coverage: BREAKING NEWS….
At first, it said 1 killed.
And then 7-8 casualties.
By the time my husband and I were done with lunch, it was 21.
And then later that day I was talking to my friend on the phone who said 31.
Where were you when you found out?
Where were you when you found out about Oklahoma City?
I was sitting in a car dealer, waiting for my vehicle to be fixed, and I saw it on television…after my husband phoned to tell me to watch.
Where were you when you found out about Columbine?
I honestly don't remember. I must have been at work. It was before the Internet was fully accessible at my job.
Where were you when you found out about 9/11?
I was home on maternity leave with my youngest, and I called my sister–who lived in Astoria and worked in Manhattan–just to chit-chat. I had no idea what I was calling into; and looking back, it's amazing that I actually got through at 9:00 on that Tuesday morning.
Where were you? How did it change your life?
And then I remind myself that this kind of violence, with the taking of dozens of innocent lives, happens every day in places like Iraq. Every day.





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