I did not know any of the people killed. But several people I know were personally touched by this tragedy. These people weren't heroes in the classical sense; they didn't leap tall buildings, get girls off of train tracks, or even get kittens out of trees. They were everyday heroes. They had overcome adversity to make it to one of the preeminent colleges in America. One of them was a triple-major. One of them was a Holocaust surviver (although Professor Librescu was also a hero in the classical sense). All of the slain students were pursuing their hopes and dreams. It is likely that the slain professors had either attained or were in the process of attaining theirs.
I haven't had any sound sleep since the night before this tragedy. I probably won't get any sound sleep tonight either. This could have happened at any college in any town in America. This could have as easily been at my college. And those people could have been my professors and my friends, or even me. I have to hold back tears typing this, and I have a huge lump in my throat as we speak.
I believe this is something that will have long-lasting effects on not only me, but on every college student in America. Every single one. On Monday, a piece of the innocence and romace associated with college died along with those innocent lives. And, like those lives, it can't be replaced.
I'll close with the lyrics to an old hymn while I'll admit to not having heard. You may have seen this in the news release from John Edwards' campaign:
In our end is our beginning; in our time, infinity;
In our doubt there is believing, in our life, eternity,
In our death, a resurrection; at the last, a victory,
Unrevealed until its season, something God alone can see.
And you won't see any more "diaries" either. Since it's not permitted.
There's a theory that you form your worldview based on what you experience between ages 11 and 21. Which is why different generations can see the world so differently. So I think you are probably right, that for some this tragedy is going to have a permanent effect even if they have never even been to Blacksburg.
Also, my main reason for posting the diary like it was originally was because I can't seem to get LeftyBlogs to pick mine up. It shows up on the blogroll, but it won't pick up the stories.
Dear Matthew,It's impossible to express how much I agree with you. As I read each profile, appearing in yesterday's Post, they were so full of life and promise but when I came to Professor Lebrescu's I stopped...then came back to it again and then again. In so many ways, his decision to die to preserve those whose lives lay before them, despite his own very strong will to live that had allowed him to survive a Nazi concentration camp, will remain with me. How can I, who has been so fortunate to live a full life, do less than whatever is demanded of me.
I will do all I can to ensure that he is honored in the most appropriate way by the Commonwealth.
Delegate Vivian Watts
Again, please write your Senators/Delegates to honor this man for his bravery in the face of horror.