On Friday, December 21, 2012, I was hoping for a very positive response from the NRA, National Rifle Association. Unfortunately, it reminded me more of a Mafia group demanding even more, tens of thousands of armed guards for our schools. Sadly, our streets are already being flooded with guns of a caliber we do not need. In my heart, I believe the NRA is not representing the people of this country, or the members of the NRA. Rather, they are first and foremost representing the manufactures of guns and ammunitions.
       As I look at the tragedy that occurred Friday, December 14, 2012, in Newtown, Connecticut, I feel the NRA is partly to blame. This problem of gun violence has been steadily getting worse over the years. I feel the NRA is doing little to nothing to turn the situation around. And those people in congress who support the NRA are also contributing to the holocaust. To make matters even worse, our churches walk hand-in-hand with the NRA supporting those people in congress.
       That does not speak greatly for our religions. They should be the ones to stand up first and demand changes. Life is supposed to be precious to them, and yet they turn a blind eye to the tragedies that are occurring every day in this nation due to gun violence. I for one cannot support any religion. If anything, they are the pinnacles of hypocrisy. The churches deserve blame for what is tearing this nation apart. If the churches were to join hands with the people in this country who do show sanity, something good will happen. Until then, nothing good will ever happen.
              More guns is not the answer, no guns is not the answer. But we have to try.
                Will we ever bring the death rate from guns to zero, more than likely not.
                      Please, please, please, everybody reach out to fix this problem.

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               " Sandy Hook Elementary School, Newton, Connecticut"
                              Friday, December 14, 2012
                                ©2012, Ralph John Hilla, Jr.

When love and respect is lost, the soul has fallen,
And the eyes of both young and old, fall silent to words stolen.
One spark of hate and rage, should not be allowed to destroy,
All of the love and laughter that once filled the rooms and halls, with sweet innocent joy.
Their foot steps were small and fragile, just as their lives until then were lived,
While their teachers and administrators, saw themselves when they were a kid.
Hate was never taught, or a word encouraged to use,
Those educators only encouraged, life's truths with warm-hearted views.
Those young minds that filled the halls, had just crossed the line of real or myth.
Did Santa really live at the North Pole, or was that wink something to toy with?
It was just yesterday, that pineapple drinks and ginger cookies were a meal for them,
Learning how to cook and act big, one day at a time with a friend.
If a sugarplum can dance in their mind, and keep them awake when they should be asleep,
Then the parents knew the road they were on, would be filled with many a sweet treat.
Those big kids who taught every class, thought they were gazing into a mirror,
With smiles and grins looking back at them, their own heart smiled from ear-to-ear.
The only thing those young eyes knew, were to love and learn a thing or two.
The teachers acted like a mother duck, as the kids waddled behind taking their queue.

Sandy Hook School should not be blamed, for what went wrong that winter day,
Her rooms were filled with love and hugs, and kids that wanted to learn and play.
Her walls should not be torn down, as if it were her that did anything wrong,
Her arms are opened wide each dawn, for a song and kids that want to get along.
She will continue to stand proud and tall, for what is right in this world we live,
And if you give her a loving hug, she will have many more years to give.
Those who died that winters' day, should never be lost in the past,
Instead she should hold a memorial, so that their names will forever last.
There should be no door on that room, always open to pay your respect,
And no number by the door, instead a name "Let Your Heart Reflect".
Inside should hold the pictures, of each life lost that winters' day,
And perhaps a place to sit or kneel, so that tear dropped eyes can pray.
Each picture should say who they were, and what life meant to each of them,
With words of love, life and wisdom, to help the memories mend.
At the front of the classroom, the teachers' desk should be neat and clean,
On it a glass vase and vessel, for which love will set the scene.
Each morning as the school bell chimes, a fresh red rose in the vase placed,
Each evening the petals plucked, and placed in the vessel to be later embraced.
At the end of each week, the vessel holding the rose petals on that desk,
Should be sprinkled over the ground, where they will forever rest.
If there is a sound in the background, may the soft notes of a piano be the choice,
For it can speak words spoken or not, to help love comfort in her soft voice.

A decision has to be made, about Sandy Hook School and soon,
Do they tear down those walls, or make better memories in that room.
Turn that moment of hate back into love, and every now and then give a glance above,
Knowing their lives will always be, in our hearts full of love.
Though most footsteps are small, of the people who roamed her halls,
Their voices should be heard, for their wisdom and choices are not that small.
The students and teachers who lived in her rooms, should have a discussion of her fate,
Is it the end of her life, or does Sandy Hook School live on from this mistake?
Each student and teacher should cast a vote, and so too those that lost their life that day,
Their parents and loved ones should share in the discussions, for they have a lot to say.
No rush should be made, for each decision must touch their soul,
Does love make a Living Memorial; "Yes or No"?

Charlotte Bacon, 6      Daniel Barden, 7
Olivia Engel, 6         Josephine Gay, 7
Dylan Hockley, 6        Madeleine Hsu, 6
Catherine Hubbard, 6    Chase Kowalski, 7
Jesse Lewis, 6          Ana Marquez-Greene, 6
James Mattioli, 6       Grace McDonnell, 7
Emilie Parker, 6        Jack Pinto, 6
Noah Pozner, 6          Caroline Previdi, 6
Jessica Rekos, 6        Avielle Richman, 6
Benjamin Wheeler, 6     Allison Wyatt, 6

Dawn Hochsprung, 47 - School Principal
Rachel D'Avino, 29 - Soon to be engaged
Anne Marie Murphy, 52 - Art Teacher and Special Ed
Lauren Rousseau, 30 - From Substitute To Full Time Teacher
Mary Sherlach, 56 - School Psychologist
Victoria Soto, 27 - 1st Grade Teacher who is a hero

       Love Can Not Say Enough

Thank you, Love Andrea and Ryan, Tony, Ellen, Ralph (ehilla@aol.com)