I went to school today.
So did my students.
So did the wonderful teachers I serve with.
So did millions of teachers across this nation.
My principal was there,
this woman I call my friend.
This woman who would run into danger if it entered our school.
All of us;
we all showed up.
No dragging feet or reluctant hearts among us.
We all arrived, ready to do our sacred duty.
We loved and we hugged.
And we'll do it again tomorrow.
There is no bullet that can stop love.
No fear that can extinguish the passion to teach.
No way that we'll quit.
Yes, we'll cry.
Again. And again. And again.
We'll ache for those precious lives, stolen.
We'll pray for those families who face the unthinkable.
We'll cry for all the hurting left behind
to face each tomorrow without their children, their friends.
And we'll show up.
Because we know something precious.
We know that love and learning can save a life.
And we have that to give.
The picture above is my school, High Pointe Elementary in Nixa, Missouri.