![]() It promises to be a long, hard talk, in public and in private, about why smart, privileged kids rot inside. The story of the slaughter at Columbine High School opened a sad national conversation about what turned two boys’ souls into poison. Among the kids who died and the ones who were prepared to die were the students who stayed behind to open a door, or save a friend, or build an escape route or barricade a closet or guide the descending SWAT teams into the darkness. They had no way of knowing what would be asked of them, what they were capable of. “There is no God,” he said, and he shot her in the head.īefore we inventory the evil we cannot fathom, consider the reflexes at work among these happy, lucky kids, born to a generation that is thought to know nothing about sacrifice. “There is a God,” she said quietly, “and you need to follow along God’s path.” The shooter looked down at her. Others didn’t want to leave their dying teacher when the SWAT team finally came: Can’t we carry him out on a folded-up table? A girl was asked by the gunman if she believed in God, knowing full well the safe answer. ![]() A boy with 10 bullet wounds in his leg picked up an explosive that landed by him and hurled it away from the other wounded kids. As Dylan Klebold and Eric Harris prowled the school with their guns and bombs, this is what the children did: a boy draped himself over his sister and her friend, so that he would be the one shot. By the end of that gruesome day, by the time 15 people had died, her friends among them, she had her yearbook of humanity and integrity signed in blood. She was in the choir room last Tuesday when something very different was walking the halls.
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