Folks ask me for answers. Why does it happen? How can we stop it? Is there hope?
They reach out with concern. What can we do?
I don't know the answers. I just get up each morning and head back to my classroom. I have 140 lives that I protect. They are all someone else's child ... except for one. When she sits in my class each day, she is not just a student, she is my daughter.
She is a daily reminder that the other 139 are precious cargo, as well.
So, when folks ask me what I think we should do, I only know one answer.
Pray.
