October 21st, 2013

Half Submerged

Title Half Submerged

Author Eglantine_br

Rating G

Word Count 633

Half Submerged

He fought it. He fought it with mechanical ferocity, from what distance he could scramble to gain, even as it came up on the horizon, even as he could not admit that it was there at all. He thought sometimes, that at the end of life, if he had failed in every other way, at least he had not failed to resist. The days that he even nodded acquaintance to it were subtracted from Archie. And he had lost so many days already, lost so much light, liberty, and Horatio which was love.

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Why does this keep happening?

Another school shooting. No child should die at school. And no math teacher should have to take a bullet protecting kids.

When my kids were little I always said 'Most grownups will help you if you are in trouble. Most grownups will fight an alligator for a kid who is not even family to them.' And it is true. And it is heartbreaking. Both my kids heard about today's shooting  with resignation. Both asked why, but  not as if they expected an answer of course.

As I get older these reports upset me more. There is a sort of cumulative horror.

When 9/11 happened my son was 10. He was at school. His teacher had to stop everything and sit all these little 10 year olds down and try to explain what had happened. This was not in NYC-- we lived in Illinois then. A teacher should not have to do that either.