From Friday to Friday, it was a very bad week.
As we heal, we grow, and learn from tragedy. We experienced something that was devastating emotionally, and to not recover, and put the raw energy of sadness to work to better ourselves would be not only be a shame, but a waste.
As a nation, we went in directions we may not have gone if JFK had lived that day on November 22, 1963. Some good, some could have been chosen better. The same could be said happened to me as a result of my mothers death on November 15th. Some life choices I would never have made, or even thought of if I had not experienced what I did. Most good, some could have been chosen better.
We are the some total of our life experiences, both the tragic, and the good . How we choose to be affected by each one determines who we become, and who we are.