This is a more personal post than usual for me. It’s been an extremely violent 3 weeks that has hit much closer to home than I’m used to. It makes me sad.

3 weeks ago, I was complaining to a co-worker about needing to get a sub for my math classes at Utah Valley University because my other employer asked me to go to Atlanta. I am now happy I wasn’t on campus that fateful day Charlie Kirk was killed. My phone was blowing up with text messages about a shooting on campus, and I realized that it happened during my 2nd class. Apparently someone ran into my classroom to announce the shooting 20 min into class and told everyone to evacuate. I’m glad they did. Some who didn’t evacuate immediately were stuck on campus for 4 hours, cowering in their rooms. I was glued to the tv like everyone else wondering if they would catch the shooter, which they did a few days later. Classes were canceled for a week, and yes, it was hard to start them back up.

Charlie was killed Sept 10. I had previously planned a video for my podcast for the 168th commemoration (anniversary feels like the wrong word) of the Sept 11, 1857 attack that killed about a hundred Arkansas immigrants. I went to the monuments last year following the JWHA meetings in St George last year, and just got around to doing the video. It was a somber visit. (And let’s not forget that awful day of the 9/11 attacks 24 years ago.)

Then late Saturday night, I learned of President Nelson’s passing. We shouldn’t be too surprised. A news article earlier in the week noted he had lost his eyesight. He was 101 years old, so we all knew his time was short.

A protestant friend of mine kindly reached out to me Sunday morning. “Hey Rick, I wanted to express my condolences regarding President Nelson’s passing last night. Mike and I are so sorry and are praying for you and your family to have peace and comfort. Even at 101, it’s a loss.”

My response: “Yes, thank you. Honestly, I’m more upset about the shooting and fire at an LDS Church in Michigan. It’s reprehensible.”

I think of the Christmas song,

And in despair I bowed my head;
“There is no peace on earth,” I said;
“For hate is strong,
And mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!”

As the not-so-great Rodney King said following the 1992 Los Angeles riots, “Can’t we all just get along?” Seriously, what is wrong with us?