As I sit here writing this, my daughter who is four tomorrow is singing “Reach for the Stars” in the bathroom innocently and happily. But things could have been very different this morning. And for many mornings after.
As the news of London’s terrorist attack on Saturday evening perpetrated by Islamic State rolled into our lives the following morning, little did she know that her Daddy was at London Bridge five minutes after the weekend’s shocking attack. A near miss for him, and probably for many others, but not for the seven people killed and 48 injured in the London Bridge attack.
And what of your hateful acts making the world seem like a darker place? Making us hold our loves ones a little tighter? Have you forgotten what it was like to once be safe in your Daddy’s arms? To be loved unconditionally by your parents? Is this what your lives have come to…stealing away the love and lives of others in an instant…and to what end?
How many lives will you have to steal, how many families and lives will you have to break until you know that you will not and can not break us? Know that every act may make us hold our children and loves ones a little tighter, but let me also tell you that it will also make us love each other harder, and that death has no power over us. Because love wins over death and human darkness, and always will do.
Retribution is not justice, but just a misguided attempt at healing the darkness within.
And so let me leave you with these final words of Horace Mann…
Be ashamed to die until you have a victory for humanity
Know that murder can never be a victory for humanity no matter how you spin or interpret it.
From one mother to someone who was once a child too.