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In the wake of tragedy, there exists a dialogue of fear. News networks race to assign blame, naming fear. As we endeavor to comprehend that which seems to contradict logic I hope that our hearts will nudge our minds open, making room for compassion. Let us not rest blame for violence on the shoulders of children navigating a world veiled by special needs or mental illness.

My son and so many others on the Autism Spectrum, often misunderstood and sometimes mistreated for their differences, cannot bear the weight of labels written in fear. Do not place this tragedy upon their shoulders. Lend my son and his community friendship in the face of fear, extend kindness to better understand individuals whose needs place a responsibility for compassion in place of judgment.

It would be simple to blame guns. Take them away and we are left with a conversation that reaches beyond weapons to messages of intolerance in a broken world. If we are to name our fear let us call out intolerance and complacency, ignorance and disconnect. Rather than point fingers, reach out a hand to those who stand alone. Wounds fester in hate and anger, we heal with love and compassion.

Tagged: Fear, Musings