Yes, Now Is the Time to Talk About It

April 20th, 1999. Sirens blared in the distance as I hurried along the broad sidewalk next to my high school’s administration building. I had just picked up my new track uniform, and I was rushing to my car. I didn’t want to be late for my first time competing in my new sport of pole vault. The meet was at rival school Cherry Creek High, and I needed to arrive early to warm up. One of my friends from church youth group popped out of the admin building and jogged past me.

“There’s been a shooting at Columbine.” The words dropped almost casually as he passed, so I…