The Victims of the Sandy Hook Shooting You Never Heard Of

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When there’s a mass shooting we (rightly so) hear most about the victims and their families as their pain is the deepest, their loss the most palpable. But there are countless untold stories of the kids who suffer from the periphery. I was one of them.

Almost 22 years to the day of the Sandy Hook shooting (Monday, December 13, 1988), I walked into my fourth grade homeroom and learned that my classmate and her brother had been fatally shot the night before by their father who then turned the gun on himself. (The following year, I became best friends with the next door neighbor of this decimated family, passing by their “haunted” house every week; I couldn’t forget even if I tried.)

I wasn’t close to the victims, yet this tragedy profoundly changed my life – probably because it occurred during my formative years. I realized that death wasn’t just for old people. That those you trusted most could eventually come to harm you and that in a split second your worst nightmare could become your new reality. (I often thought of the mom and widow, who I had heard moved in with her mother. How did she possibly go on living?)

Despite, thank God, being so unbelievably blessed, these murders left me regularly “bracing” myself for bad news; you never know when it’s coming, do you? And twenty-three years later, especially this time of year and, in particular, when I hear certain Christmas songs which were sung at our school concert days after the shooting (“through the years we all will be together…”), I am still randomly brought to tears.

Confronting death at such a young age pushed me to question the purpose of my existence younger than most people do, and when none of the adults in my world had any useful answers, I began my own search which ultimately led me to faith. Of course, I would never have wanted these lives to be lost. But there is a question that I can’t help but ask myself, with some measure of guilt: If it hadn’t happened, would I still be on “auto-pilot,” not considering the meaning of my life any more deeply than I had been up until that point?

I won’t know with complete certainty what (if anything) is beyond this world until it’s all over, but in the meantime, I’ve been motivated to live with hope, become a better human being, and exist beyond just the pleasures of the here-and-now due the tragic events of my childhood. It is troubling to admit, but my life’s trajectory has been changed in a positive (though, complicated) way by the ripple effect of an unspeakable atrocity.

As the first anniversary of Sandy Hook approaches, let’s not forget the wider circle of victims of violence–especially classmates and friends. I can’t bring back Angela or Jimmy Damiano. We can’t bring any of them back. But I like to think that living with purpose and mindfulness in the time we have left is the best way that we can honor the memories of all those dear children whose lives were cut short.

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  1. Upon reading your reflection on the traumatic event of your past, I’m forced to contemplate the way I look at tragedy. Thank G-d I haven’t experienced anything quite like that (Bli”H) but when faced with tragedy, it forces me to reevaluate the way I view the world and the system of justice that supposedly governs it. When something like Sandy Hook, or any major tragedy for that matter, happens, it is often difficult to understand why. As Jews, we believe there is a sense of justice in the world, yet no sense of justice can explain tragedy. It is hard to come closer to G-d in the wake of tragedy, yet for some, faith becomes a crutch to rely on. Though I personally struggle with my faith in the wake of tragedy instead of allowing it to bring me closer to G-d, reading your article allowed me to understand the way in which this sort of struggle can allow for the development of the complex relationship that characterizes our connection to G-d.

  2. bill price says:

    it’s a shame this farmland community has no jewish community. most of my contacts with wonderful jews comes from e-mail. it would be nice to have them—and you—for neighbors. this not-so-observant mormon has learned a lot from you and a wonderful obseevant jew, both from far away.

    shalom,

    -bp

  3. Lydia Sliman says:

    Thank you for writing such a deeply moving article! Sometimes it is hard to know what to do or say in the wake of such unspeakable tragedy, yet you elequently put into words how we can not only learn from it, but be more loving, deeper people because of it. I hope more people read this. It has reminded me that every day really is a gift from G-d and we should truly live it as such! Thank you!!

    Lydia

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