What
would posture a man's heart to go into a school with an assault weapon
loading multiple magazines to kill innocent children? If one of the
little voices of the Sandy Hook school massacre in Connecticut could
express their feelings it may have went something like this:
Dear Mr. Murderer,
My
name is Sam and I am 5 years old. I loved being in Ms Donald's class
because we got to bring our favorite toy to show and tell every Friday.
My best friend was Michael and he sat right next to me. His Mom is in my
Mommy's book club and brought Michael to play with me when they talked
about books with the other Mommies. I really loved going to school. It was my 1st year being in big kid school like my brother Jason. He is in the 3rd grade. On
Friday, Mommy dropped us off for school and she said she loves us and
will see us after school. Mommy said we could have McDonald's tonight I
was so excited! But I never saw Mommy or Jason again. I
don't know what I wanted to be when I grew up and I never will know who
I would have become. But I pray that God wouldn't have made me so mean
like you. Why did you kill my teacher Mr Murderer? She
liked to sing songs with us and always put smiley faces on our papers
when we did our best. Didn't you hear us cry and scream when you came
into our class with that big gun? Why did you take my friends away? They
will never see their Mommies and Daddies again. You made everyone cry. Now
I'm in heaven and didn't know I was coming here today. I would have
hugged my Mommy for a long time and gave Jason all my toys to remember
me. It's beautiful up here but I miss my family. I've
been waiting for you to arrive at the gate so I can give you my letter
because you died today too. But you haven't got here yet and it's been a
long time.