Franklin Regional School Stabbing

Written By: carolmoye - Apr• 10•14

Sitting at the Subaru dealership about 15 minutes from the school where this horrible tragedy happened  yesterday morning gave me a different perspective than if I had been at home. My mother and I watched news reports for the hour and a half we waited on her car to be serviced. We were frequently visited by the service manager whose son attends that school. He was getting updates from his son and others he knew. His son did not attend school that day. It was the first day in eleven years that he stayed home because he was ill. The son’s girlfriend was present and was stabbed in the face. Information from this guy was more accurate than what the news reports were offering. He knew the police chief, the FBI agent, all the players at the school they interviewed. For me, this meant a far more intimate view of the tragedy than if I were at home following it on Twitter or something. I woke up knowing I needed to pray for the young man who was on life support last night. I am also praying for the young man who did this (and his family) as well as all those who didn’t seem to notice that he needed help. Seeing him on camera briefly, it was clear that he is just a child. Finally, I am thanking God that this young man chose knives instead of a gun.

As a writer, I will admit that my presence there was not likely an accident. I don’t know why I was there on that day (I told my mother to schedule for the 7th, 8th or 10th) , but at some point, as usually happens, I will understand why it was important for me to be there.

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One Comment

  1. Liz Scott says:

    Carol,

    Thank you for this post and the reminder to pray for the students at Franklin Regional and the teachers and staff.

    Liz

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