The past weekend has been one full of tragedies. All over the world, there were nothing but news of deaths and sadness. In Thailand, a third helicopter crashed while on a mission to remove the bodies from two previously fallen helicopter missions. The first fell due to bad weather. It is presumed that the second one also fell to bad weather while attempting rescue the first. The third helicopter fell from engine failure. Lives were lost. 9 in total. What a tragedy. My prayers are with them. A Chinese high speed train crashes. Then Amy Winehouse dies. Worst yet, a lone man shooting spree occurs in one of the world’s most peaceful nations. Norway.
This is the home to the Nobel Peace Prize and has a crime rate so low that policemen remain unarmed.
Most probably have only fired arms in training. News of the shooting made my heart and soul drop. Literally. I have to say that it is something you just don’t wake up thinking about. You wake up with the sunshine hoping that today will be a good day. It’s summer and you have to imagine how happy the Norwegians must be to have sunshine after months of snow and bad weather. This is what children and families look forward to. Summer holidays and summer camp. It’s time for laughter and pleasure.
This little piece of utopia is then abruptly disrupted by a man with psychological problems and in need of help. Big Help. Paradise turns into nightmare and everyone is left scarred for life. For me, (although I have never been to Norway and know not any Norwegians) I feel like this nightmare has probably changed Norway in a way that no one can imagine. I feel like Norway lost a bit of its soul the day that .
A peaceful nation, who can imagine that such an event could happen. No one wants it to happen. No
one wants anyone to be killed. Although the police are said to have reacted slowly, who can blame them for not having tried their best? Everyone was unprepared.
No matter what happens, I pray that Norway and its people recover. I pray that they will get over this nightmare of an episode and once again reinvent the Utoya island into it’s former glory. I pray the children who survived will not grow up to be disturbed people. I pray they grow strong and get over it. I pray that it will not make people angrier as a whole. I pray that those in need of attention or have psychological problems really seek out help in other none damaging ways. Most of all, I pray that there be no more shootings, no more deaths, no more blaming. What’s done is done. We are all humans no matter what religion and what race. In the end we all die. Let it be a peaceful one.