(PA) Student kills himself at school with father's gun
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Feanaro
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That's actually a very good way to look at it, I suppose. The problem with reporting such things to the "adults" is that nothing is ever done, at least from my experiance. Even if something is done the child is again singled out as a snitch.
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Very sad story.
Dionysusigma
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I agree with Cosmoline and Mastrogiacomo. I can totally identify with this kid--that's what much of grade school/ junior high was like for me. I didn't have the resolve (if you can call it that) to kill myself, although I will admit I wanted to several times. Even to this day, when joking around with friends and a remark about a physical trait is made, it still stings. 
Fortunately, though, I had a couple of advantages this boy didn't: 1) My dad (due to my mother, who never liked guns) kept his rifle under strict lock and key, and 2) we moved around a bit. I know that most of you would say that moving is just as good as running away from your problems, but in reality, it's not the running that brings relief...it's the satisfaction gained in knowing that you get to start over again, with people that will always really care about you (family) and that where you are going, you have no reputation that you "need" to defend or build.
I'm wondering what's going to happen to the tormentors. Nothing, I suppose...:banghead:
Clearly I remember pickin' on the boy
Seemed a harmless little f***
But we unleashed a lion...
How could I forget?
And he hit me with a surprise left
My jaw left hurtin', ooh, dropped wide open
Just like the day, oh, like the day I heard...
-Pearl Jam, "Jeremy" from the album Ten
Fortunately, though, I had a couple of advantages this boy didn't: 1) My dad (due to my mother, who never liked guns) kept his rifle under strict lock and key, and 2) we moved around a bit. I know that most of you would say that moving is just as good as running away from your problems, but in reality, it's not the running that brings relief...it's the satisfaction gained in knowing that you get to start over again, with people that will always really care about you (family) and that where you are going, you have no reputation that you "need" to defend or build.
I'm wondering what's going to happen to the tormentors. Nothing, I suppose...:banghead:
Clearly I remember pickin' on the boy
Seemed a harmless little f***
But we unleashed a lion...
How could I forget?
And he hit me with a surprise left
My jaw left hurtin', ooh, dropped wide open
Just like the day, oh, like the day I heard...
-Pearl Jam, "Jeremy" from the album Ten
Mastrogiacomo
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I'm sure if they're anything like the kids we were tormented by in school -- they don't realize they share responsiblity and lack the moral fiber to care. 
This story makes me really sad...
I grew up in PA and was always a little bit different. I never fit in because I never wanted to fit in. I liked being my own person doing my own thing. Some people can't do that though.
The kid was only 12 years old. I didn't know anything at that age. How could anyone expect this kid to comprehend his thoughts and actions? He and his friends were all far too young to have any idea about the finality of death.
Sad... I feel for his parents and friends and everyone who knew him.
I grew up in PA and was always a little bit different. I never fit in because I never wanted to fit in. I liked being my own person doing my own thing. Some people can't do that though.
The kid was only 12 years old. I didn't know anything at that age. How could anyone expect this kid to comprehend his thoughts and actions? He and his friends were all far too young to have any idea about the finality of death.
Sad... I feel for his parents and friends and everyone who knew him.
Carlos Cabeza
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For some, the spirit is broken by the tormentor, others, it only strengthens it.
I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.
Please, no more lame analytical approach to the obvious.
Finger off that trigger !
Do not point the weapon at anything you are not willing to destroy.
Given the amount of weapons and ammunition the kid had its a fortunate lot that no other people were hurt or killed and we had ANOTHER school shooting.
I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.
Please, no more lame analytical approach to the obvious.
Finger off that trigger !
Do not point the weapon at anything you are not willing to destroy.
Given the amount of weapons and ammunition the kid had its a fortunate lot that no other people were hurt or killed and we had ANOTHER school shooting.
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I had a childhood friend who hung himself when he went to Junior High. It was a very prestigious private school that he had to work hard to get into and his parents paid big bucks to enroll him in. You just never know. He must have been in some private hell that he figured there was only one way out of. A very sad thing for the parents who must have reguessd every moment of the kid's life. Some say it's cowardly and selfish. I used to think that too, but as I grow older, I'm in no place to judge what goes on in the mind of a suicidal person. It can't be normal. It's just sad.
A graduate of my HS several years ahead of me killed himself his first or second year of college. Very foolish. A few months before he'd written that his HS latin teacher had had, of all the people he knew, the most influence on him. Said teacher (X) shared that with us in class so that we might make our own judgements about the worth of X's teaching. I've found it kind of strange; X was one of the truly inspiring teachers at the school.
Maybe if you're over 50 and have no family, if you're still depressed at that point go ahead and throw yourself off a bridge to avoid creating a disturbance in society by forcing people to clean up the mess. Nobody really knows anything about life for certain, so how can they possibly make any judgements about whether it's worth living for - especially at a young age? It just boggles the mind.
Nobody really knows anything about life, ever, so if someone is going to make, as Camus calls it, the only serious philosophical choice, death being the exclusion of life but not vice versa, you'd better choose it with solid empirical evidence backing up your decision. Empirical evidence takes many decades to collect, not 2 or 3.
Maybe if you're over 50 and have no family, if you're still depressed at that point go ahead and throw yourself off a bridge to avoid creating a disturbance in society by forcing people to clean up the mess. Nobody really knows anything about life for certain, so how can they possibly make any judgements about whether it's worth living for - especially at a young age? It just boggles the mind.
Nobody really knows anything about life, ever, so if someone is going to make, as Camus calls it, the only serious philosophical choice, death being the exclusion of life but not vice versa, you'd better choose it with solid empirical evidence backing up your decision. Empirical evidence takes many decades to collect, not 2 or 3.
I can't comment on a 13 yr old other than i was really picked on in school and i never thought "oh ya - lets end it now!". Everyone is different tho so its hard to say what any one person should think.
Into the future i can say i finally have some insight into depression - i didn't know what it was... and am a firm believer that one CAN'T know what it is till they been there - and I pray that none of you every get there.
For me the defining moment I was sitting in bed w/ a drink and a smoke and a cocked and locked HK USP Compact. Debating on what it would mean, was there a future to care about, and if anything mattered at all. That is when the gf's 14 yr old walked into the house. He shouldn't have been there, he was meant to be at his Grandparents house. I decocked the gun and hid it under the blankets, got him to bed... retrieved the gun and walked to put it away. On the way there was one of those really huge mirrors in the bathroom - pointed the gun at my reflection and started to pull the trigger. I didn't mean for it to go off.. but of course it did. And there I stood looking at a neat (if cracked) hole in my own head...
Boomfuzzled and feeling REALLY odd at that time my body moved into reaction mode... ANYONE in the house would have heard the gun fire so i stashed the gun in the closet and calmed the child down and got him back into bed, went back and "safed" the gun. Next day bright and early i got the glass people out to replace the mirror... but they wouldn't be out till the next day. That is when i got the call that my gf was checking herself out of the Mental hospital. And here is her house w/ a gun shot hole through the mirror wall and wall and imbedded bits of Hydrashok in the cabniets beyond.
Yes - suicide is the ultimate in selfishness - because your actions (if you don't believe in life after death) have no consequences to YOU, and in that state of mind - you don't give a rats behind about anyone else. You can't ever know it unless you have been there, and once again I pray none of you ever have to be there.
I made a pact w/ myself since then, those are generally the strongest kind, I will never be in that place again - i don't care if i have to wipe out all of castle wolfenstien, or blow away fourty milk jugs, or run 50 miles or WHATEVER it takes to get my mind off what ever it is that threatens, its a battle in my head that i can't win w/ pills or booze or for that matter - a firearm.
Do i have sympathy for the kid - ya.... a lot about how you make it out of school has to do w/ yer wireing and any adjustments your parents have made.
Do i blame schools or call them overpaidwhat: ) - na... they do what they can w/ what they have. Don't believe me go try to be a teacher instead of giving hypothetical theory's about what they are capable of.
My cousin killed himself when i was 12... i cried for 2 days - they found notes and junk - nothing that explained anything - like one poster said - all it brings is questions - no answers.
At any rate - i prattle a lil too much for my 2nd post =)
J/Tharg!
Into the future i can say i finally have some insight into depression - i didn't know what it was... and am a firm believer that one CAN'T know what it is till they been there - and I pray that none of you every get there.
For me the defining moment I was sitting in bed w/ a drink and a smoke and a cocked and locked HK USP Compact. Debating on what it would mean, was there a future to care about, and if anything mattered at all. That is when the gf's 14 yr old walked into the house. He shouldn't have been there, he was meant to be at his Grandparents house. I decocked the gun and hid it under the blankets, got him to bed... retrieved the gun and walked to put it away. On the way there was one of those really huge mirrors in the bathroom - pointed the gun at my reflection and started to pull the trigger. I didn't mean for it to go off.. but of course it did. And there I stood looking at a neat (if cracked) hole in my own head...
Boomfuzzled and feeling REALLY odd at that time my body moved into reaction mode... ANYONE in the house would have heard the gun fire so i stashed the gun in the closet and calmed the child down and got him back into bed, went back and "safed" the gun. Next day bright and early i got the glass people out to replace the mirror... but they wouldn't be out till the next day. That is when i got the call that my gf was checking herself out of the Mental hospital. And here is her house w/ a gun shot hole through the mirror wall and wall and imbedded bits of Hydrashok in the cabniets beyond.
Yes - suicide is the ultimate in selfishness - because your actions (if you don't believe in life after death) have no consequences to YOU, and in that state of mind - you don't give a rats behind about anyone else. You can't ever know it unless you have been there, and once again I pray none of you ever have to be there.
I made a pact w/ myself since then, those are generally the strongest kind, I will never be in that place again - i don't care if i have to wipe out all of castle wolfenstien, or blow away fourty milk jugs, or run 50 miles or WHATEVER it takes to get my mind off what ever it is that threatens, its a battle in my head that i can't win w/ pills or booze or for that matter - a firearm.
Do i have sympathy for the kid - ya.... a lot about how you make it out of school has to do w/ yer wireing and any adjustments your parents have made.
Do i blame schools or call them overpaid
what: ) - na... they do what they can w/ what they have. Don't believe me go try to be a teacher instead of giving hypothetical theory's about what they are capable of.My cousin killed himself when i was 12... i cried for 2 days - they found notes and junk - nothing that explained anything - like one poster said - all it brings is questions - no answers.
At any rate - i prattle a lil too much for my 2nd post =)
J/Tharg!
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A 12 year old fifth grader? I was in the eighth grade the day I turned 13. Usually it's not the older kids who get picked on. Although it was the opposite with me, because I was a little younger I was always getting into fights and trying to prove how tough I was.
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