There it was

Today was like any other. I woke up some­what early (after sleep­ing way too much yes­ter­day and last nite), had some toast and got ready for work. I minded my own business.

Then, via my friend Cali on Face­book, I learned of this:

Sus­pected child abuser Bradley Har­lan Boda was arrested at his par­ents' home Wednes­day on felony and mis­de­meanor charges relat­ing to sex assault on a child. [More…]

It took my brain a few min­utes to reg­is­ter, and then I saw a post on Twit­ter from the local paper that spelled it out a lit­tle more clearly:

Rocky Moun­tain High School coun­selor arrested on charges of mul­ti­ple child sex assaults

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Remembering them

I would write about myself on that day: where I was, what I was doing, how I found out, my reac­tions … but those aren't impor­tant, because this isn't about me.

This is about them: 3,000 peo­ple whose voices were per­ma­nently silenced on that fate­ful day. We will never for­get, in New York and all over the world. And we will not let it hap­pen again. May you rest in peace. May your souls be happy and free.