Parents are burying their children. High school yearbooks are becoming obituaries. Students are becoming numb to the deaths of their friends. We keep saying that “this needs to stop”, but how do we stop it?

Marti Ink

Since 2009 I’ve worked in five Chicago Public Schools around the city and I’ve been blessed to have worked with some amazing young people through True Star. That’s why whenever I hear about another teenager being killed my heart begins to race, especially if I learn that this child was a student at one of those five schools. I’ve had this unfortunate adrenaline rush happen two times already. Yesterday was the third.

Please God, don’t let it be one of my kids, is the first thing that comes to mind whenever I learn details of a child’s death. As horrible as that may sound, it’s true. The first time I said that inner prayer was when I arrived at my current school early enough to hear an office-prepared announcement being read about the shooting death of a girl who had died the day before. Once I heard her name…

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