Journal: Tragedy -------------------------------------------Mood: Sniffle... Our small school suffered another tragedy when a student had an aneurysm in class on Thursday and died the next day. Emily was a freshman, but still the leader of her class and known by many in the community for church and leadership activities.
Her death has rocked our children. Parents cannot look at her death as a lesson as they might if alcohol or drugs were involved. Instead, the community has looked to her example and her faith.
Out of the ashes, we have seen an upwelling of prayer and love. A prayer group of about ten kids began a prayer at lunch on Friday, and within a minute or two, the lunch room had become an unofficial memorial service, complete with prayer from different students of different races and religions. It was an example of unity. The kids spent so much time in reflection, many did not eat.
In my twelve years of teaching at this school, this is the second student to die, and in both cases, the halls are unnaturally quiet, and classrooms full of tears. It's an strange atmosphere to be in. 600 teens together are not meant to be silent during their free time. Many of the older students did not know her well, but there was still a feeling of respect Friday. It was almost as if the school was holding its collective breath until she was taken off of life support.
Friday night's football game was held in her honor. Her teams volleyball game was canceled and the football captains carried her jersey onto the field with them. The students and fans stayed for a student led service after the game. Many people stayed from both sides, despite the visiting team living over 60 miles away.
Why does it take tragedy to truly unite people these days? Are we so rootless that we have no causes to rally around?...Created 2015-10-03 12:57:17 |
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