PaquetteMS's blog

I am a young white male, born to a family that has risen to an upper-middle class status. My father never went to college; he joined the Air Force, then did contract work as a mechanic-turned-engineer. His knowledge of aircraft engines is nothing short of amazing. My mother went to college after raising four children and became a Special Education teacher.

Any time people are killed, be it in a war, in an accident, or to the hand of a murderer, it is a tragedy. Everyone has a story, and the end of the narrative of a life, especially when it is cut so short, is a terrible event. It cuts deeply into us. It forces us to look at uncomfortable facts. It evokes emotions that are both strong and confused. Should we feel sad? Or perhaps angry?