I recently heard the news that a young man I once knew as one of my daughters friends from Union school district was arrested for murdering a man. Over a drug altercation. In a Wal-Mart parking lot. In Broken Arrow, OK.
It saddened me. So young. Such poor life choices.
As I ponder the mere thought of one of my children carrying a gun and narcotics to a public facility, it brings a chill over my entire being. I’m so thankful for having three daughters that I’m proud of. That have grown up to be productive adults in our society. I’m so thankful that my family’s lives are basically stable.
As I thought about it, I realized at 57, almost 58 years old, I have lived my life in a bubble.
I have been so protected from so many things of this world. I have never surrounded myself with violence. Games or movies or books included. All I know is love. Things like shooting someone as a means of dealing with conflict still remains so foreign to me.
I recently called a parent of one of my students that answered the phone by simply cussing at me and hanging up. That also is foreign to me. That is not how I talk nor is it how anyone around me speaks to me.
I am for the first time in my life being exposed to lifestyles from some of my students that make me cry.
Some would call me naive, but I call me blessed. God has placed a protective shield around me for the most part from many of life’s dangers. My own personal bubble. And for that I am so thankful!
Today if you have children or grandchildren living on their own, that are making good choices to becoming productive adults, give them a hug. Give them a call. Let them know how proud you are of them. Not everyone can say that!
All I know to do is to pray for those that aren’t blessed with stable homes and families that make good choices. And model for them each day what a God loving, American citizen looks like. In my classroom we say please and thank you. We help our friends. We are one team regardless of grade, color, or race.
It’s time to get out of my bubble and into the real world and make the change I want to see in these students’ lives. One day at a time. One student at a time.
I’m leaving the bubbles for blowing on Fun Fridays by my students.
To my three girls I say, I love you and thanks for making me proud!
No weapon that is fashioned against you shall succeed, and you shall refute every tongue that rises against you in judgment. Isaiah 54:17
Love and laughter,