Perhaps the only blessing after Friday’s massacre in Connecticut is that kids bounce back better than adults.
I was feeling very sad on Friday afternoon. Moping my way through the playground at the end of the day, I was stopped by this little boy in his puffy coat, who offered me his bag of juice.
The students at the school where I was teaching were not told of the shooting during the day. But I’ve always said that kids and horses have a sixth sense for empathy. And this little boy helped me get through the day.