Last Friday, I sat at my desk weeping over the incomprehensible, soul-twisting horror of that day.
Behind the grief, though, something else stirred.
I’ve never been one to share my point of view on current issues very often because I know I don’t handle well that excoriating criticism that often comes with taking a stand on such issues.
But something stirred inside that made me realize that some things are more important than my concern about what others think. This is no easy thing: I may lose close friends in my life whom I know will disagree with my position.
My view of contributing towards a society of peace and non-violence may not prevail, but not even trying is not an option now.