I can't shake Newtown.
I was on my way home from a lawyer networking event on Friday when I heard the news on the radio. When I first heard there was a shooting, my ears peaked, but I wasn't that surprised. I mean, we're all immune to this stuff now, right? It seems there is a random shooting on a weekly basis. What a sad state of acceptance and resulting numbness.
But when I heard it was children - young children - at an elementary school, I let out an audible "Oh God," despite the fact that I was in the car all by myself. I could feel a pit in my stomach forming that I knew wasn't going to go away. I actually felt sick. I turned off the radio and vowed that when I got home I wasn't going to turn on the TV or computer. I couldn't deal with it emotionally, and didn't want to. I didn't want to see crying relatives, scared children, or gurneys. Maybe if I ignored it, that pit in my stomach would go away and I could resume my normal afternoon.