Irony

Before I start, do not be alarmed but this morning there was shooting next to the school right as school was starting.  None of our students were hurt or affected in any way.  We went on lockdown for about 20 minutes but still went on with our normal school day.  I have never felt safer in that school.  I knew it was close and my students had their own stories about what they saw as they arrived but I knew God was keeping our school safe, as well as the police officers that immediately surrounded our perimeter.  The situation was over quickly and we said a prayer for all those involved.  While this is not necessarily a positive remark, as far as irony goes, our assistant principal was talking to us at Panera on Friday about the numerous times her previous school down here had gone on lockdown because it was in such a rough neighborhood.  I do not think my school is in the safest neighborhood but I've never felt in danger.

On the subject of irony, last night I was reading our new "book club" book that the program gives us to read in between each retreat.  This book, "How Coffee Saved My Life And Other Stories of Stumbling to Grace", is about a girl who went down to Uruguay to serve as part of a volunteer program and all of her experiences throughout her time.  I am only 10 pages in but I find her so relatable in how she has depicted the beginning of her service.  Her time before she left was much more strenuous than mine, including losing a friend to cancer, but the way she words it just seems to fit me so well.  I wish I could have written my story as well as she has written hers, and maybe one day I will, but for now, here's an excerpt from a journal entry in her book,

"October 7
I wanted to listen and learn in hopes of returning a more grounded, intelligent, worldly woman who is also a hopeful, relevant, responsible, and sensitive citizen of the world. I wanted to sneak past that coastal guard and work my spoiled butt off for justice and human rights while being gently, ever so gracefully presented with a different way of life.  And by all means, I wanted to leave room for my imperfections."

To close for the night, I read a really neat article about how Chef Mario Batali cut back his family's food allowance for a month and lived off what those who receive food stamps would be able to buy.  I do not really know much about the food stamp program but I read they are considering cutting some of its costs.  Personally, I think of my own students and how some of them might be on food stamps or at least have very little to eat.  I really admire that Chef Batali chose to take on that challenge and step into someone else's shoes and open himself up to simpler living.  We are far from food stamps this year but we have had to cut back on what we might normally buy at the grocery store.  I think everyone could benefit from looking at what they buy at the grocery store as a want versus a need.