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Be Ready for Anything

As you may know, I teach. I have seen the peace of a school as well as the chaos.  Today, I saw the chaos! That chaos is called a bomb threat! Yes, you read it correctly.  Let's paint the picture.

I had just taken my very lively 7th grade students downstairs for lunch.  We were having hamburgers. Just as my students got in line, the fire alarm goes off. All the teachers were looking around. Why? Because usually we get a heads up as to when a fire alarm drill is to happen.  Guess what? No alert. We race all the kids out the building as quickly as possible.  The students found it as another drill, but teachers found it as a call for heightened awareness. It's about 40 degrees outside.  The wind is blowing around 20 miles an hour. The air was dry. And all of the students were outside...with no coats...for close to an hour. I felt so bad for them, especially the little ones. We were out so long that we actually had to walk to another school and wait there. At least there was heat and some comfort.

We never would have known what to do if we did not have practice fire drills earlier in the year. Although we were cold, we were prepared.

We live in a world where unfortunately anything can 'pop off' at any time. Do your children know what to do if something were to happen? Do they know where to go? Prepare them by coming up with an escape plan in your house if there's a fire. Prep them with a Metro fare card if they have to take the train home if there's an emergency at school. Give them the tools and wisdom they need to maintain a level head in case of an emergency.  My boys have shown this maturity a couple of times.  I remember a time when my family was in an accident. As they drove in the ambulance, Kai called me on the phone, told me where they were going, and gave me solid details. My anxiety quickly turned to a calm.

Trust me...I still have to do some of these things I write to you now about, but its on the radar.  If you read the Bible, there is a passage that comes to mind.  Matthew 25:1-13 speaks of ladies who had to be prepared for when the bridegroom came. Take a look at it. I just want you and I to be prepared...

I'm NOS...

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