The day after the Amish School shootings, I heard something that made me cry: An NPR reporter said, "The Amish people I talked to this morning said they had already organized a group to take food to the family of the gunman who lived only three miles from here."
In their grief, these people had realized that the lives of the gunman's family would be in as much chaos as their own. The gunman wasn't a "monster," but a man with a family — a wife and kids who need food just like the rest of us.
