Has it really been a decade? Ten years since our quiet lives exploded on an otherwise average Tuesday. More than 3,600 days since we sat helpless in front of our TVs and saw the fruit borne of bitterness and anger in two young men. Columbine was by no means the first school shooting, but it was in many ways at the cusp of a new era of media, and the never-ending onslaught of to-the-minute headlines. And how have I changed? With every passing year, do I simply remain content in my role as a bystander? Or with every new day, do I realize anew how it is incumbent upon me — on all of us — to pour into the lives of those around us?
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Has it really been a decade? Ten years since our quiet lives exploded on an otherwise average Tuesday. More than 3,600 days since we sat helpless in front of our TVs and saw the fruit borne of bitterness and anger in two young men. Columbine was by no means the first school shooting, but it was in many ways at the cusp of a new era of media, and the never-ending onslaught of to-the-minute headlines. And how have I changed? With every passing year, do I simply remain content in my role as a bystander? Or with every new day, do I realize anew how it is incumbent upon me — on all of us — to pour into the lives of those around us?