This is sort of timely to me. Iâm in pulmonary rehab - go twice a week - and was talking to the nurses there about depression (itâs their job to assess the mental state of their patients) and told them about how my youngest son tried to kill himself when he was in HS. That was Tuesday and had been rehashing in my mind that period in our little familyâs travails. My son had been bullied, and ostracized, and probably exhibited some of the same anti-social behavior this kid exhibited. But what came first - the chicken or the egg?
So this newest episode to me is not about guns, it is about love, or rather lack of it. Of course, why is it so easy for someone not yet an adult to get a semi-automatic weapon and gobs of ammo and go and act out his violent retribution? This kid probably suffered some of the same cruel abuse that my son had. The difference was Cruz turned his despair outward; my son, and others like him, turned his inward to try to stop the pain that just would not end.
Another sad day for a very sad society.