Having
written about securing one’s guns last week, I felt it was important to have an
updated conversation with my 12 year old granddaughter Lauryn, who is a
frequent visitor to my home. So last week, I sat her down and we talked about
guns. I told her that if she were to ever see a gun, come across a gun or see
someone with a gun, the first thing to remember was not to touch it. The second thing was to immediately go tell
an adult.
I told her
about the tragic accident in
My
girlfriend Cathi’s daughter, Sheryl, is Lauryn’s mother. Sheryl had Lauryn with
her first husband. Sheryl had Lauryn’s 4 year old brother Kawika (Vika) with
Sheryl’s current husband David. Both Lauryn and Kawika’s dads are in
Less than
twenty four hours after the conversation I had with Lauryn on gun safety, I was
horrified when Lauryn told me, “A boy brought a gun to school today. He showed
it to me in 2nd period.”
Have you
ever felt like your heart was going to beat right out of your chest?
Without
missing a beat she went on to tell me how she was crying in 4th
period because the kid got busted with the gun and all of her friends thought
she’d snitched.
“You didn’t
tell?” I asked, incredulous.
“No. Well, I
was going to tell someone at lunch but he got caught with it before I could.”
I couldn’t
believe what I was hearing. It was like some sick cosmic joke. I’d had a
discussion with her on guns less than 24 hours earlier and she was shown a gun
in school the very next day. Yet, she didn’t do anything. In fact, what she was
worried about was that her friends thought she’d turned the boy in! In reality,
the boy had pulled the gun on a rival in a dispute over a girl and had gotten
caught by a teacher.
I wanted to
slap the crap out of her. I wanted to throttle her. If I could not get through
to her on a matter of life and death, then what of all of the other topics we’d
discussed? What was the use of talks on sex, drugs, grades, academics,
self-respect and tolerance if matters of life and death didn’t register?
I’d run
straight up against the power of peer pressure and lost. It left me reeling.
But we
continued on. I tried to impress upon her the seriousness of the situation. We
had further discussions about guns and safety. I talked to her about her
responsibilities. We talked about “snitching.” I educated her about Columbine,
which she’d never heard of. I even showed her graphic pictures of school
shootings to convey that this is real.
All I can
do is keep trying to get through to her. Giving up is certainly not an option.