I am sad. I often am brought back to the horror of the Sandy Hook Shooting. At least once a day, usually more than once, when I am at school I am filled with a sudden cold fear of the shooting. I can feel the fear in my stomach and it fills me with dread. If I am in the office and someone buzzes the front door to be let in I usually look to Marcela in a panic and hope that she recognizes who it is. This makes me sad for a number of reasons but mostly because I hate thinking the worst of every person I see. I want to believe that everyone is good and kind. I want to believe that everyone has something or someone to live for. I want to believe that everyone sees the good in the world. I want to believe that evil does not exist and that most certainly nobody wants to harm an innocent child. I know the world is far from perfect but I want to believe that my little place in it is a safe and happy place. But lately all the horrors that have been caused by evil has proven to me that there really is no safe place in the world and I have to look at everyone a little differently and that makes me sad.