Soon after hearing about the attempted assassination of Rep. Gabrielle Giffords and the resulting murder of six and injury of 14, I immediately knew that I wanted to blog this week on the tragedy. The struggle, though, has been to figure out the best way to blog about the heartbreaking subject matter.
At first I wanted to take a more political stance, quick like so many to assume a connection to the violent political rhetoric of our time. But others had said it better:
Plus, the message needed to be so much bigger.
Then I was inclined to write about those whose lives were taken, profiling the lives lost. Others had done such an eloquent job, though.
Then I considered writing of the heroes who stopped the shooter before he could inflict worse damage (including the amazing elderly woman who wrestled the second clip out of the gunman’s hand) or the hero that is credited with saving Gabrielle Giffords’ life.
None of these felt right, though. What could I honestly contribute to the din of stories, arguments, blaming, and honoring that already fills the internet on this subject?
In thinking over this tragedy, though, I can’t help but think about the work that I do. Every time I speak, the core of my message comes down to relationships, to tearing down the walls that divide us from those with whom we can learn, collaborate, cooperate, and share. It’s hard to say whether such relationships could have prevented this tragedy, but for me, one thing is clear as we wipe the tears from our eyes and look to move forward.