That bright orange safety vest is just a fat target on your back that screams, "Shoot me, please!" I know what, give that job and the vest and the whistle to the doofus who developed the plan. Darwin-ise him.
Yep, may as well just paint a bright red bullseye with LED lights around it on you. Rather than going door to door, there should be a PA system and/or people calling teachers cell phones to inform them of a danger. Ditch the orange vest.
Bitter much? It doesn't work that way.
I'm reminded of when I accompanied my mom to church a day after 9/11 (she's a believer, I'm not-but she doesn't need to know that-she wanted to go to church). The priest said, "A lot of you are wondering why God allowed this to happen."
Then he frowned and said, "I don't know."
Part of me wanted to take a hymn book from the seat behind me and bean him on the head with it.
Well, I am not going to preach religion to you or say how great the Higher Power is as I know it will simply be a waste of my time. However, to expect a higher power to intervene every single time is rediculous. People have to learn how to behave. People have to want to behave and be good to one another. That is how a person grows, and becomes better. Even without religion, this is true. If people are nothing but savages, then they are not worthy as creatures, and will never reach their full potential. It is up to us to concisouly want to be better and civil. And it is up to us to not tolerate anything otherwise.
Don't expect a priest to have all the answers. IF one does not know sorrow, how can then know joy? How can one be healthy, without being sick once in a while? How can one realize how important, fragile, and priceless life is without knowing what death is?
You know, with the kind of career I have, I meet nothing but a$$h*les every single day. Most of them are liars, and basically just you mean and nasty, greedy person. Last night I was so angry that two deal fell through simply because they lied to me, and went behind my back. I really needed those sales, and I was not happy. But it isn't something that is within my control. Those people made their choices.
Eh, this brings me to a point I have to make. People are creatures of free will. We all think what we want, do what we want, and say what we want. That is a great ability that demands responsibility. We have the ability to choose. We can choose to love one another, or we can kill one another. Self discipline, compassion, understanding, morals, and other factors determine which we choices we make. To expect a higher power to be our babysitter goes against this. We'll never learn. We may never learn now, at least not as a whole. But, individually, we can if we so desire.
As I said, I come across so may a-holes, it makes me want to puke. Even many other people in my profession are a-holes that will do anything for a paycheck, even screw you over. I choose not to. They made their choice, I made mine. They don't care, but I do. It's what separates us from them. The good from the bad, in a way. It seems like the a-holes do a lot better, and maybe they do. But, what goes around comes around.
That little punk killed 32 innocent people, and did so with inspiration from a Korean movie. He was a sick individual, and those 32 people did not have to die. They didn't deserve to die. When my 11 year old cousin died, I was angry. She was just a little kid. I was mad a God. somewhere along the line, I came to the conclusion that we all die sometime, and that I should hope and pray that she is well taken care of by that higher power. I like to think they're in a better place. And I like to think that the jerk who took their lives is rotting away in hell, or better yet, denied any existance whatsoever. One thing is for sure, he can't kill any more people again. Good riddance. I feel the same way with convicted killers. Why should they spend life in prison? Their victims are dead, so why should the killers continue to live? Take them out. But, I guess, that should be saved for some other time.