WHY MUST SOMEONE DIE BEFORE WE BECOME A COMMUNITY?
Where was the community before the tragedy? It is becoming an all-too-familiar pattern. Someone dies. A family is devastated. A community is shaken. Suddenly, everyone has something to say. The condolences start pouring in. The photographs are shared. The candlelight vigils are organized. The fundraising begins. The speeches are made. People who barely acknowledged one another yesterday suddenly come together in solidarity. But I have one question: WHERE WERE WE BEFORE? Where were we when the warning signs were there? Where were we when someone needed guidance, intervention, support, or simply somebody willing to listen? Where were we when greed was replacing compassion, selfishness was replacing responsibility, and silence was allowing problems to grow? Why does it take a funeral to bring people together when a conversation, a helping hand, or an act of courage might have made a difference? We have become exceptionally good at responding to tragedy and disturbingly comfortab...