We stand or fall, one child at a time...
At the kitchen table after supper, my 14-year-old daughter sat writing an essay for an English assignment. She asked me several questions and we talked quite a bit about her topic: Bully Awareness Day. When all of her questions were asked, I began to ask questions of her: Why do we have such a problem with bullying? Can it be stopped? Why should we try? Why do we care about violence in the hallways and classrooms? Not only that, but why should we care if kids (and adults for that matter), take drugs? Why should we care if there are kids overdosing in the bathroom at school? Why do we try to stop people from committing suicide, anyway? Isn’t that their choice? Why not say “Toughen up, or KYS?” Why don’t we adopt more of a survival of the fittest attitude? Why NOT many things? After a moment of silent reflection, I looked into the searching, almost wounded eyes of my girl and told her that we, as a people, are haunted by the ghost of some truth we used to know. Like a stirring in our he...