sandy hook elementary

A neurological/developmental evaluation in early April 1997, just before Adam’s fifth birthday, noted that Adam was an extremely active young child—he never slept through the night, continued to make up his own language, and reportedly did not like to be held, kissed or hugged. He was observed and reported to have odd repetitive behaviors and severe temper tantrums. Adam was reported, at times, to “sit and hit his head repeatedly.” He did not tolerate touch or textures and refused to dress. Teachers reported Adam was “very quiet during groups.
—  SHOOTING AT SANDY HOOK ELEMENTARY SCHOOL • REPORT OF THE OFFICE OF THE CHILD ADVOCATE
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I sang this for the beautiful angels whose lives were taken prematurely and unfairly in the Sandy Hook shooting a year ago. It was so hard to sing, but their memory will forever live on.

5700. After the Sandy Hook Elementary shooting, Kid Flash decided to constantly patrol the United States and only responds to mass shootings, only stopping to sleep as he can eat and run at the same time. This took a toll on his relationship with Jinx and they eventually broke up. On the bright side, he’s saved about 2000 plus lives from mass shootings alone.

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Mass murderer Adam Lanza, third from the right, posing for a group photo of the technology club which appeared in the Newtown High School yearbook. Lanza committed the Sandy Hook Elementary shooting in 2012, where he murdered 20 small children and 6 members of staff, before turning the gun on himself.

Twas’ 11 days before Christmas, around 9:38, when 20 beautiful children stormed through heaven’s gate.

Their smiles were contagious, their laughter filled the air.
They could hardly believe all the beauty they saw there.

They were filled with such joy; they didn’t know what to say.
They remembered nothing of what had happened earlier that day. “where are we?“ asked a little girl,
as quiet as a mouse.
“This is heaven” declared a small boy. “We’re spending Christmas at God’s house”.

When what to their wondering eyes did appear, but Jesus, their savior, the children gathered near.
He looked at them and smiled, and they smiled just the same.
Then He opened His arms and He called them by name.

And in that moment was joy, that only heaven can bring, those children all flew into the arms of their King,
and as they lingered in the warmth of His embrace, one small girl turned and looked at Jesus’ face.
And as if He could read all the questions she had, He gently whispered to her, "I’ll take care of mom and dad.
“then He looked down on earth, the world far below He saw all of the hurt, the sorrow, and woe, then
He closed His eyes and He outstretched His hand, “Let My power and presence re-enter this land!

“May this country be delivered from the hands of fools” “I’m taking back my nation. I’m taking back my schools!
“Then He and the children stood up without a sound. “Come now my children let me show you around.

“Excitement filled the space, some skipped and some ran. All displaying enthusiasm that only a small child can.
And I heard Him proclaim as He walked out of sight, “In the midst of this darkness,”
—  Unknown author
Nancy Lanza was a victim, too

She couldn’t defend her life from gunfire last December, and she can’t now defend her memory from the slings and arrows of public scorn. Out of fairness, however, we should assume that she had the best of intentions in raising her son Adam, unless and until there is definitive evidence to the contrary. 

On Saturday, countless Americans will say a prayer for the 26 innocent victims killed one year ago at the Sandy Hook Elementary School. Hopefully, at least some people will find in their hearts the decency to include a prayer for the woman who struggled in parenting a difficult son and lost her life in the process. More

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This freaks me out. Why are they at the Superbowl singing a week later, and years older, if they were killed a week or so before? Because whoever perpetrated Sandy Hook used old photographs to create the illusion that a bunch of first graders got killed by a dude with 99% accuracy.

Consider this. The school was supposedly abandoned, and based on the videos I’ve seen of that, I buy it. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XITPNCl2-vg  The school looks disgusting and dirty.  Apparently it was so bad with asbestos and that it required demolition, with  a non-disclosure agreement. Who the fuck demolishes a school with a non-disclosure agreement? Someone who’s trying to make sure the truth never gets out.

It’s weird that some of the victim photos were up before the massacre even happened… https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FKLClNlsNCs

Why do I feel like this is totally fucked?

In the wake of horror of the past few days that has not only broken the hearts of so many, but haunted many others with fear and possibly even rage, let us remember a very important lesson, the simplest of all lessons, the initial lesson taught to us as children: love. ‘Love covers a multitude of sins.’ Love, a banner that has the power to wrap itself around even the hardest of hearts, and transform. Jesus spoke of it, Martin Luther King reiterated it, in a time of upheaval when racism devoured and stained a nation with such potential for greatness. We are in a new time of upheaval, in a time of terror, where hate seems to overcome our capacity to love, where evil 'everywhere’ seems to have drowned out the good. I disagree.

For those victims of the Boston Bombings, and the victims of such recent massacres as that of Sandy hook Elementary and Aurora, let us choose the higher ground. Let us Love even when we do not understand, love even when it hurts to, love even when we don’t want to. Love, the greatest of all decisions that we can make on a daily basis, is ours for the giving, and, ironically, the more you give of it, the more you yourself receive of it.

Watching over the newsreels over the past few days, crying through the images as many of us have done, one image seared my mind, keeping me up at night. It was the image of eight-year old Martin Richard, who, days prior to the bombing, drew in Crayola crayons the indelible words – 'No More Hurting People.’ He held that poster up with a pure smile of absolute faith in its creed. Today, he is dead.

People are constantly saying to look at the world – its madness, its horrors, its evil. I won’t give it that much attention, that much honor. I choose rather to look at the heroes who saved lives that day at the Marathon of chaos, at the risk of their own, Good Samaritans who threw themselves on bloodied limbs and flames and who held the hands of a stranger until paramedics arrived, who spoke words of calm in the cacophony of screaming. Let us take a moment to recognize these quiet heroes amongst us who do it every day, everywhere: your own mother, you school teacher, you local policeman, even your friend.

Surely, Evil is there, but it will never, ever win. Good will overcome in this war; always has, always will. If we take the opportunity to chose love every day a little more, a little better, we, as individuals, can make that happen. Jean Valjean speaks of such power in Hugo’s Les Miserables; he says that 'to love another person is to see the face of God.’

So today, let us be beyond thankful, blessed to be able to have another day to do this – to change another life for the better, to make even one life a bit sweeter. Let us become the unspoken hero of novels, poems, and do as poet Rilke has suggested: fulfill the highest calling there is – which is to choose the much more difficult – albeit much more rewarding – way: to Love. That, alone, is what makes a life worth living, and what makes the indelible imprint on another’s unmistakable.

—  Jillian Simon
I can't figure it out.

Has the world this country become a significantly and alarmingly more violent place in the last 12 years? Or was I just not aware of it/shielded from it (even on multiple levels) when I was younger. It just seems like terrible things are happening with ever-growing frequency. The first national tragedy I remember is 9/11. Now I can’t keep them straight in my head, which is a really scary thing.