I'm sure you've all heard about the school shooting in Connecticut by now. It was absolutely horrible, and there's no getting past that. The one tragedy that stuck out to me the most is the story of Victoria Soto, the 1st grade teacher who hid her students in the closets and cabinets of her room as soon as she heard the gunshots. When the shooter came into her room, she told him that her students were in the gym so he just shot her and moved on. I've seen it numerous times on facebook and tumblr, but it breaks my heart every time I see it. As an Elementary Education major, it really makes me think. It's so obvious that she cared so much about her students. She was willing to die for them. I wish I had that kind of bravery, the courage to save all those lives, even at the risk of my own. I care about kids an awful lot, which is why teaching has always been my dream, but I've been battling in my mind over whether I would love each one of my students enough to do something like that for them. In the heat of the moment, who knows how I would react. I would like to think that I would save them, but in reality who knows whether I would stand strong or cave in. It's so unsettling to me, and it's been something that's settled in the pit of my stomach ever since I heard it.
I don't understand why things like this happen, but as long as there are people like that teacher in the world, it's not a horrible place. Horrible people do horrible things for reasons that no one can quite explain, but there are always those stories that emerge that show hope even amidst such a tragedy. Above all we have to remember that God is still present and though it's so hard for us to understand why he allows such things to happen, nothing is in vain. God is good and in the end, he will overcome.