Tragedy

Ever since my youngest brother was able to understand the concept of Santa, he has been the official "waker-upper" on Christmas morning. He goes running through the house at some ridiculously early hour of the morning, yelling about presents and banging open doors. After hearing about the shooting at Sandy Hook Elementary School, I thought about what Christmas would be like if my family didn't have my youngest brother around, who is in 5th grade this year. Even though sleeping in might be a little nice on Christmas morning, our 10 year family tradition would be ruined. The day would not be the same from the very beginning if my little brother did not wake everyone up. It is deeply saddening that several families had a ruined Christmas this year, because they were missing a son, a daughter, a brother, a sister. It is a tragedy.

But the truth is, child tragedy happens every day. And who mourns for those children? Who sends flowers, who sends up nice thoughts, who prays? Who mourns for the children that lose a mother to AIDS, never had a father, and are now roaming streets just trying to find food? Who mourns for the baby girls lying in cribs all day in an orphanage because their parents didn't think they could bring any honor to their family? Who mourns for the children being eaten alive by worms? Who mourns for the children that die a slow death to Malaria? Who mourns for the children that are given alcohol at night so they can sleep without the pains of hunger?  Who mourns for the children that are simply in the wrong place at the wrong time and die by our very hand, by our own war? No one. No one mourns for those children. No one cries for them.

This is real life; those children exist. It isn't a dramatized story meant to guilt trip you into giving money. It isn't a wise tale from a far off country. It is reality. So the question I ask myself once I am truly able to wrap my mind around this truth, is what do I do? What do you do? What do we do?