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In the blank or white center of a black outlined circle is a geometric patterned wolf in the colors of the rainbow. Around the wolf are the words " Two Spirits are Sacred"]

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At times like this, I find myself at a loss for words. My heart and my brain are two different beasts, and while my heart is broken, my brain is on fire. My history with school shootings began with Columbine when I was 11. While Columbine did not touch me personally, my fears were ignited and I did live with the thought of it happening to me in the back of my brain. I planned escape routes and hiding places throughout middle school and high school. I befriended everyone so that, on the off chance they did shoot up the school, they would look favorably on me and not shoot me.

In 2012, Sandy Hook gripped me with rage and fear. I cried for hours, anguished at the loss of innocent life. What I couldn't grasp was how someone could kill innocent children. I don't like children(I am a firm believer in "f**k them kids" in terms of I myself having them) but the last thing I would ever want is for a child to be hurt, and I am the first person to jump to protect a child. Even before my nieces, nephews, and friends' kids, I have always been of the firm belief that children deserve, as much as they try to prove otherwise, to have their innocence preserved for as long as they can. Mine was taken away at a very young age, and I wouldn't wish that on a single child.

I struggled to understand the why behind it all, but no answer was ever revealed. It's the same question I have today in the wake of Uvalde. Why? Why did these children die? In what world is that fair? I know It's not fair in any circumstance. The people of Uvalde didn't deserve this. The children didn't deserve this. Of course, it's easy to get swept up in the political themes of it all, but what about the lives lost? What about the people left to mourn their loss? All the money and laws in the world cannot replace the children and teachers that were lost. Years on, people from Sandy Hook and Columbine's tragedies struggle with that loss. After all the media attention, money, lawsuits, everything… all that will be left is the loss of life. Mourning the void that used to be filled.

I have dealt with tragedy and loss at many points in my life, but I cannot imagine the pain these families are going through at this moment. I cannot imagine the fear those children experienced in their last moments. My heart breaks for the fact that they even felt a moment of innocence-shattering fear. It's times like this where anger and politics become the prevalent reaction, but what the survivors need is healing. There is no forgetting what happened or minimizing it. You can't just sweep it under the rug. My hope is that the survivors of this tragedy see justice and get the help they need to move past this. My heart truly goes out to every victim.

-Athena

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