I disagree and I'll use this quote to make my point.

"I would rather get away from that whole idea of clocks. We all want progress. But progress means getting nearer to the place where you want to be. And if you have taken a wrong turning, then to go forward does not get you any nearer. If you are on the wrong road, progress means doing an about-turn and walking back to the right road; and in that case the man who turns back soonest is the most progressive ... [and] going back is the quickest way on." C.S. Lewis










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Tuesday, March 22, 2005

Buckle Up

A sad and tragic event has taken place yet again in our schools. I sympathize for the innocent and their families involved in this tragedy. I say "buckle up" because we are going to hear the media talk to all the experts and ask the "why" question. We will talk about guns, parents, video games, violent movies, etc. and blame all of them. There is no single answer or reason. Our culture has been on a path to this destination for a long time. You can blame it all, lack of parental (or caring adult) involvement, violent media, guns and a culture that does not cherish life nearly as much as it thinks it does. Our culture cherishes life only when the tragedy happens, then we (collective "we") go back to our careers or planning our next way to entertain ourselves. If you look at this list in the paragraph above, what jumps out at you? I see that ONE of them can have a possitive affect on all the others. If a parent or and adult is more involved in a young person's life, it is much more likely that they can handle or view violent media appropriately, respect guns and help them cherish life. So to me, they are all to blame, but I think fixing one of them could address them all. When adults give up and stop being involved in a young person's life, the harsh, negative parts of our culture pick up the slack and take over. Finally let me add, I just do not get it. How can a teenager get to this piont. I grew up in a different time I guess.