I've been taught exercises to build strength and balance, which is why I now walk an imaginary tightrope daily.
I've blogged about my falling journey, if you can call it that.
And, I've blogged about why, regardless of age we must all be concerned about falling.
We were taught how to help someone who has fallen, or what to do if we, ourselves, fall.
But, due to something tragic in the United States that happened Wednesday night, I must talk today about a different kind of falling. A National fall.
In a way, it's like our United States has fallen and can not get up. There have been so many tragic events in the past few years that I can't even name them all, but the names resonate with all Americans. Not necessarily in order, since President Obama took office in January of 2009:
Fort Hood. The American Civic Association ( the tragic mass murder in the city of Binghamton, New York not far from where I work-14 dead in an adult education classroom). Tucson, AZ at a meeting of some citizens with their United States Congressperson. Aurora, at a movie theater. A Wisconsin Sikh temple. Newtown, CT at an elementary school, which included a casualty (the school psychology) from our area. Washington Navy Yard. Ft. Hood (again). Isla Vista, CA. And Wednesday night: Charleston, South Carolina.
Nine dead, one a state senator, after a racially motivated shooting at a Bible Study class at a historic black church not far from two places I have stayed in.
|Unitarian Church, Charleston (the Holy City) one of many, many churches|
My beloved Charleston, the Charleston I blogged so much about in April for the Blogging from A to Z Challenge, the Charleston that calls itself the Holy City because of all the churches that line its skyline, the Charleston now known for our latest mass shooting. Think of Charleston today, I ask, and the sorrow of the families affected and all those who live in that area.
Yesterday, when I woke up to the news, I cried. At lunch, I cried some more. But tears won't help.
Time after time after time, and we can't break the cycle. We lie there, and we cry, and we just don't know how to get up.
Where is the falling class for us? How can we break the cycle of hate and violence?