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From: Tina HELLO, I SAW YOUR SIGHT. I HEARD ABOUT THIS TRAGEDY ON THE NEWS, READ IT IN THE NEWSPAPERS. BUT NOTHING CAN REALLY PREPARE YOU FOR WHAT YOU READ AND SEE OF WHAT REALLY TOOK PLACE THAT AWFUL DAY!! I AM SO SORRY FOR ALL THE FAMILYS THAT HAD TO SUFFER THROUGH THE LOSS OF THIER FAMILY AND FRIENDS. I PRAY THAT GOD HAS BROUGHT MUCH NEEDED PEACE INTO THIER LIVES.I MYSELF HAVE TWO BOYS. 19 AND 17. I THANK GOD THEY`VE MANAGED TO REMAIN GOOD HEARTED SONS, EVEN AFTER THIER FATHER AND I DIVORCED. MY 17 YEAR OLD IS ONE THAT HAS A HEART OF GOLD. I THANK GOD FOR MY CHILDREN. I SEE SO MANY PARENTS NOT HAVING THE TIME NEEDED TO SPEND WITH THIER CHILDREN. MAN THAT`S A SHAME. I PRAY THIS SORT OF THING STOPS HAPPENING. GOD BLESS YOU. TINA LOGAN GREENFIELD,IN.
`Posted March 2005`

`From: Jody I AM A FATHER OF 4. I AM ALSO THE YOUTH LEADER AT MY CHURCH. IT CONCERNS ME EVERYDAY WHEN MY KIDS GOTO SCHOOL. I THINK OF THAT VERY DAY 4-20-99. I PRAY THAT WE CAN PROTECT OUR KIDS MORE SAFELY. GREAT WEB SIGHT. GOD BLESS JODY K. SHUFFIELD`
`Posted July 2003`

From: Jay Paul Freeman This poem was on another memorial site for Columbine that I write in 1999: Treatments Who will win this war, The one we all talk about and await ? We see it's precursors Amongst the shocking and tragic headlines Headlines from afar and not so far And today it is the distress of those... Displaced and disgraced Ethnically cleansed or dispatched Bombs dropping on the innocent or placed in our schools Our parents and children's priorities heavily mismatched And what is our reaction? Does the WARNING need to be addressed To each individual-each North and South American, European, African, Asian and Australian? To each individual Hindu, Muslim, Jew, Mormon, Buddhist, Catholic, and Episcopalian? Warning signs are like the onset of a cold.. Feelings of weakening, discomfort, and fever Should we not treat the cause and not these symptoms now before it is too late? As we scramble to assemble the world's answer for the treatment to be prescribed------ Peacekeepers, missionaries and negotiators that will push and solve the dilemma Psychologists, media gatherers, and religious offering sympathy to those gripped in pain, fear, bewilderment...... Let us not forget the treatment that is truly needed Before our fates are sealed Is to gradually attack the causes of hate and apathy Of course, this has already been revealed.. That revelation is a path that shows us.. That just LOVE-EMPATHY-and PRAYER Whose cures are extremely ample Will mend our families and fellowships In following Christ's example Jay Paul Freeman Riverside, California May 2, 1999
`(c) 1999 - 2003 Jay Paul Freeman Posted April 2003`

From: (anonymous) Hi I wont give out my name but your webpage about columbine was very true. Noting that Eric Harris was one of my favorite cousins, we used to play with each other as little kids, i still to this day hurt when I think about what he did. but I'd like to thank you for putting out real facts and not making false remarks, because we dont know why this happened no one involved is alive to tell us. I miss eric just as much as every one else involved misses thier loved ones. Eris commited a horrible crime as well as a sin, and everyone see's that as every one moves on we cant get backour loved ones. Id like to thank you for putting your opinion as well as the hard facts on the web.
`(c) 2002 Posted Octorber 2002`

From: Fred Self Greetings from Southern California May the peace of Jesus be with you all in this painful and confusing world. I live in Moreno Valley California and I am a pastor in a little town of Lucerne Valley in the high desert of Southern California. For the past three weeks I have been getting phone calls from a troubled young person about 20 years old. I find a peace and healing coming from God as we talk on the phone each day. I asked "Have you always been a Christian? What's your story?" The reply was that when she read about Cassie's Faith, that was the turning point. I haven't met this young person yet face to face yet, she is not ready for that, but Cassie's faith touched someone here, to make her stand up for God too and to seek his help. Praise God that I too may one day meet Cassie and friends face to face with our Lord. God Bless you all, Pastor Fred Self
`(c) 2002 Fred Self Posted July 2002`

`From: (anonymous author) I love the book "She Said Yes". The book is scary because if you think about it, everything is true- daddies little girl who is so innocent, isn't doing anything bad, just going to school and when she arrives, she is suddenly killed. Maybe if she was a bad kid and skipped school, she would still be alive today, but she was doing the right thing- she believed in GOD. R.I.P Cassie Bernall ~Anymous~`
`Posted July 2002`

By: Robert Markle Why Did This Occur? (In Memory of Cassie Barnall) Lord, how could you let this occur?, Fear began to stir, inside of her, Tears left her vision a blur, as gunshots rang out, any other would scream or shout, but she hid in silence, until violence, discovered her under the table, unable, to escape fate, She became a victim of their hate, they questioned if she believed in you, and she replied, 'Yes, I do,' thee exact answer they didn't want to hear, angry, they whispered in her ear, 'Time to meet your maker,' Why did you let them take her?, She was loyal to your Holy Book, now look....., where's shes at?, I don't understand that, someone who believed in you, dies while two....., demented children lived long enough to, shoot up a school, take their lives and 13 others too, Why did this occur?, now my visions a blur, as I shake my head, and wonder when will the bloodshed, stop, I wipe a solitary teardrop, from my eye, Cassie Barnall, your in God's hands now, spread your wings and fly.
`(c) 2001 Robert Markle Posted May 2001`

By: Robert Markle Remember Columbine, Two kids armed with sawed off shotguns, a tec nine...., explosives and knives, took the lives, of 12 innocent aspiring souls, as well as a teacher with goals...., of educating the next generation, who couldn?t escape the eternal infatuation, of his little girls, all of them exited this world, far too fast, because two demented spirits thought the gun's blast, would cure their personal frustration, instead it threw the whole nation...., into the line of fire, now other kids desire, to turn back the hands of time, and duplicate the crime, Why?, Can they see my pain as a tear trickles from my eye, or are they blind, to these feelings portrayed through my mind, when I think of April 20, 1999, and remember Columbine.
`(c) 2001 Robert Markle Posted May 2001`

By: Melissa Do you see? You see them down the hall, laughing at the jokes you say, but does anyone seem to care? NO they don't, cause it doesn't seem to matter. Sure they weren't as popular as you, or didn't dress according to your liking, but they were human beings just like you, but you didn't seem to notice until that fateful day, when Eric and Dylan started to fire, then you seemed to care. Do you know why? cause that was your terror, your fear and those jokes that you said a few days before, you wish you hadn't said. As you sit and relax reading this poem I'd like you to remember that like your selfs Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold were infact people who had feelings, they had hopes and dreams but were crushed when you pushed them too far. So I leave you with this: I don't go to Columbine and didn't know Eric and Dyaln but if you chose to tease people it isn't a good idea.. YOU DON'T WANT ANOTHER MASSACRE DO YOU?
`(c) 2001 Melissa Posted April 2001`

By: Saphir0122 Why Do I Have To Wait So Long? Matt and Mike aren't at school today It'll be hard to win without our two top players The bus is going to leave for the game soon Out of class early we go At the end of the hall are Matt and Mike Not with open arms and jerseys though But standing erect with a shotgun in each hand Mike yells, "You are all fakers. With your popular fronts. You're not real." Funny, the schools most popular would say that The guns cock The guns fire Someone throws me to the ground Too late though My shirt is splattered I feel a warm liquid on my face Reality fades This is what I get for trying to be popular This is what I get for being a cheerleader But they're wrong, I gave up on being popular I'm just cheering because I made the commitment I know how they feel, but this isn't how to handle it Oh, god I'm dieing Jon, oh Jon, you never knew How I really felt about you Mr. College man now, you were my secret inspiration That only my good friends knew about You pushed me to succeed with out knowing it. Maybe I would have never tried to be popular if it weren't for you But then again I think I would have "Moms," you know I love you don't you? Well I do You were right cheerleading would kill me Now it has litterally "Paps," I'll never know if you could have made me famous Go to seventh street and remeber. You promised you'd take me How I'll miss everyone Nicola, maybe we'll see each other in Italy Miranda, how's Casey? you better not be back with Chris =) Why me? Why me? I had so much to offer So many things I could have done That I could have become There goes the rest of reality I'll wait for everyone And save you a place in the choir Evn the people I know that say they can't sing But why do I have to wait so long -"We've lost her."
`(c) 2000 Saphir0122 Posted May 2000`

From: Barb HI This is such a great informative and sensitive site. Thanks for keeping us posted on related events and occurances. I'm sure none of us understands the full implications of what's happening in our nation . . . but I can say for myself that I am taking a much more active part in my childrens' lives ~ not overpreotective ~ just participating in life WITH them and enjoying each one for who they are. God bless and proptect the youth of our nation by Your love and Your power! Again, thanks for maintaining this site. It blesses me. Barb
`Posted April 2000`

`From: Brian Jasik I just wanted to say my thoughts are with you and those who went through the tragedy of last year at Columbine. I hope tomorrow is not to traumatic for you. If you need to talk or whatever feel free to send an e mail. Take care God bless Brian Jasik http://community.webtv.net/whykillkenny/THEHOPEbrianshopecom`
`Posted April 2000`

`From: Gidgette i just wanted to email you and give you mad props on putting out such a beautiful and meaningful site on columbine. things like that can make a difference even if it might be little give ya mad props and love gidgette`
`Posted April 2000`

`From: Kelly K. As The One Year Anniv Approaches I Just Want To say To The fam Faculty Students & Staff Of CHS I'm Thinking of You All & Wish You All The Best In The Future Sincerly A CHS Supporter Kelly A Krannawitter`
`Posted April 2000`

From: Kristan C My name is Kristan Catmull, and I am a 17 year old high school junior from Portland, Oregon. This tragedy hurt and touched me in so many ways- the one way I can express myself is through poetry, and I wrote and dedicated this poem to all the students and families of Columbine- you will all be in our hearts forever... ~In a Heartbeat~ A casual morning, No different than the day before, In a place where innocence walks, Down a hallway.. Through a classroom... Something lingers; Something different... In a heartbeat... In a heartbeat.. Innocence is lost, Pacing through rooms of youth, Strolls fear itself. More power than one can imagine.. Armed... With gun in hand, Striking simply at anything capable of taking a breath.. Hiding; >From the ones who hold the gun, But having no place to run. Behind a desk.. Under a table.. Places not meant to block a bullet, Soon become your refuge.. In a heartbeat.. Holding the guns Suddenly they have what they�ve always wanted.. Your fear.. Derived from nothing more Than the piercing hole They�ve just put in someone�s chest.. Your chest; As you stare up Looking into eyes as innocent as your own.. In a heartbeat.., Strolling further down empty halls, Reaching yet another scene.. Another scene that plays into the plan.. Yet one wonders how there can be a plan.. When everyone�s a target In a heartbeat... Standing alone, Yet surrounded by eyes filled with terror.. Your stomach curls.. An arm from behind you, Suddenly fixed on your neck, Feeling the cold, hard metal.. Rest against your head.. Almost as cold as the hands touching your skin.. 'Do you want to die?', you�re asked.. It�s not my time, God, for I have done nothing, Hold on to me, God, try and do something, The question rings within your head, Pleading with the heart you can feel.. Beating through you .. Standing directly behind, Pleading for your life.. One so young, Not ready to leave; As you close your eyes.. Something fires.. Time expires.. As you watch the eyes of one the same as you, Retire.. Sliding helplessly to the ground, You open yours only to see, Your best friend, Lying so cold, Without a life left to plead for, In a heartbeat..... A mother, Frantically waiting, Better off not knowing... That her daughter, Without reason, Lies dead on her classroom floor, In a heartbeat.. A father, Crying helplessly, Better off not knowing... His son is sliding desperately, Out of a second story window.. Shot five times, And still fighting for his life.. Being stripped from him, In a heartbeat... A brother, Separated from his sister, Better off not knowing.. That she tried to escape.. Yes, she tried, But lies cold.. God took her too soon.. He never said goodbye, Everything gone.. In a heartbeat... A sister, Separated from her brother, Better off not knowing.. He waits endlessly, Huddled behind closet doors.. Praying to God.. Knowing the voice he hears on the other side, Is about to take his life, In a heartbeat... In a heartbeat.. Rooms grow quiet, In a peacefulness of sorts, The chaos is ending.. You can feel it ending, Knowing the power is descending... And their choices are limited. Somehow death still remains within the hands of each, Yet you wonder how much more they can take.. They surrender.. But to no one but themselves.. Again.. Time expires.. This time, signaling the end.. Something fires.. Two lives, Who have just taken more than a dozen others, Take their own. On this day, A massacre unfolded, All truths told.. A suicide mission, >From beginning to end, In a heartbeat... When will we learn? Why were young, innocent lives taken from this world.. In a heartbeat? How could school walls act as a burial ground.. A resting place for children? Serving no other purpose within those walls, But to simply learn. Opportunities were murdered.. In a heartbeat.. Circles of hate continue until society reacts. How many more lives will be taken, Before the circle is finally broken, As easily as innocence was lost... In a heartbeat... In loving memory of those who suffered on April 20th
`(c) 2000 Kristan Catmull Posted March 2000`

From: Gabrielle Carlin I am a junior at Pascack Valley High School in Hillsdale, NJ. My high school is a place much like Columbine. Jocks, preppies, hippies, whatever classification you can think of. We are all kids just trying to make it through the 4 long arduous years of high school. I have learned that high school is not easy for anybody. When I heard of the tragedy at Columbine, it shook me more than I can describe. The kids running, crying, the news of 12 dead students, bombs, hit me like a brick. It seemed almost unreal to me. But, I knew it wasn't. I looked around my classes and looked at all the kids I knew. Sure, I knew them from class and other things, but did I really know them? I knew there were all different types of kids in my classes. But, what were they thinking? Were they sad, depressed, angry, lonely? Columbine made me think about how hard it is to go through high school. Unfortunatelly, at my school, it didn't seem to be addressed as much as I thought it should. No one talked about why they thought it happened, how scary and sad it was. Actually, many people had a very calm response to it. But, I couldn't. I felt that it was something worth thinking about. These kids didn't deserve to die. What made Dylan and Eric tick was truly something maniacal and unhealthy. They were both lonely, picked on, angry at the world for being made fun of and not understood. However, that is no excuse to kill innocent kids who never hurt them. Violence is never the answer. What I have gotten out of this has been more than I can say. I believe that we should all be a little kinder and accept eachother for who we are. It may not be that simple, but no matter what, if you're a jock, a skater, a goth, or a bookworm, you still have the same emotions and go through the same things. Just because you're different doesn't make you lower than anyone. I hope that we can all learn from this. This is our generation we're talking about. We are the leaders of the future, and we all have to pull together and reach out to understand each other. I don't want to be silent anymore. It is up to us to make sure something like Columbine will not happen again. Write back if you have any comment. Thank you for your time. Sincerely, Gabrielle Carlin, 17 Vega1182@aol.com
`(c) 1999 Gabrielle Carlin Posted December 1999`

From: Jackie, who received it in an e-mail Mommy Jonny brought a gun to school, He told his friends that it was cool, And when he pulled the trigger back, It shot with a great crack. Mommy, I was a good girl, I did what I was told, I went to school, I got straight As', I even got the gold! But Mommy, when I went to school that day, I never said goodbye, I'm sorry Mommy, I had to go, But Mommy, please don't cry. When Johnny shot the gun, He hit me and another, And all because Johnny, Got the gun from his older brother. Mommy, please tell Daddy; That I love him very much, And please tell Chris; my boyfriend; That it wasn't just a crush. And tell my little sister; That she is the only now, And tell my dear sweet Grandmother; I'll be waiting for her now, And tell my wonderful friends; That they always were the best, Mommy, I'm not the first, I'm no better then the rest. Mommy, tell my teachers; I won't show up for class, And never to forget this, And please don't let this pass. Mommy, why'd it have to be me? No one deserves this, Mommy, warn the others, Mommy, I left without a kiss. And Mommy, tell the doctors; I know they really did try, I think I even saw a doctor, Trying not to cry. Mommy, I'm slowly dying, With a bullet in my chest, But Mommy, please remember, I'm in heaven with the rest. Mommy, I ran as fast as I could, When I heard that crack, Mommy, listen to me if you would, I'm not coming back. I wanted to go to college, I wanted to try things that were new, I guess I'm not going with Daddy; On that trip to the new zoo. I wanted to get married, I wanted to have a kid, I wanted to be an actress, Mommy, I wanted to live. But Mommy, I must go now, The time is getting late, Mommy tell my boyfriend, I'm sorry, but I had to cancel the date. I love you Mommy, I always have, I'll know; you know it's true, And Mommy all I wanted to say is, "Mommy, I love you" -original author unknown
`(c) 1999 Posted July 1999`

`From: Rachel this is such a great page. it is definately one of my favs. it is one of the best. i am a student at chs, and i think that you did a great job with this page. god bless you.`
`Posted July 1999`

the following was circulated at the April 26 memorial service the author wished to remain anonymous. The Gardener And His Columbines Once upon a time, in the grassy plains, near the Foothills of the Rocky Mountains, There grew several fields of wild flowers. They grew so gleefully in various groups, sizes, shapes and colors. And every spring a new class would blossom and brighten the valley floor. An old gardener tended to these flowers with great love and admiration. One day while looking westward he noticed a particular group of Columbines. They stood so radiant and bright in the morning sun, but something was wrong. A barren spot appeared in the middle. He gently knelt down to find thirteen withered stems, their Blossoms gone! This saddened him deeply. Why did they die? As days past the rest of the Columbines in that group began to sag and lose their luster, almost as if in mourning. Some might blow away and reseed elsewhere. The old gardener became very concerned and began to feed, nurture, and care for the remaining Columbines with great love. And in a short time the Columbines started to grow stronger and brighter and nourish themselves. Eventually the Columbines flourished and grew to magnificent beauty and blossomed with all their majesty. And the barren ground where the thirteen withered stems once stood was now filled with joy again. And the old gardener was filled with joy and happiness for he knew that only love would heal his beautiful Columbines. But this story is about more than flowers you see. Our Lord is the gardener. The Columbines are the students and teachers. And only love can heal the barren spots in our hearts. In memory of those Columbines who died that spring day. April 20th 1999 -Anonymous.
`Posted June 1999`

`From: John my name is john, and i am a student at columbine high school...i just wanted to take this time to say thank you for your support and for making a beautiful web page...it means a lot to us to know that you care so much for us thank you john`
`Posted June 1999`

From: Shemrit Diner hello, i am from staten island new york and i would like to send my condolences to those affected and involved in the tragedy at columbine highschool. I myself am a sophomore at susan E wagner in staten island new york. This terrible tragedy has touched many of us out here and i wish you hope and good fortune. I have to write a speech for my english class and my topic is The negative impact of the internet on today's youth. It is my belief that the internet was an aid to the crimes committed at columbine. Everyday millions of teens sighn on to the internet and there is no restraint on the sites they tap into, although the internet helps us a lot everyday we must not ignore the negativities. Even though it has been over a month since the tragedy i would like to let you know that it is not forgotten thank you, --shemrit diner, 16yrs old
`(c) 1999 Shemrit Diner Posted May 1999`

`Time by Susan C. Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too short for those who rejoice, too long for those who mourn, but for those who love, time is eternity. May this bring comfort to those who read it. God bless all those who died or were injured in this tragedy. My prayers go out to them as well as the familys and friends of these lost souls. Susan C. SA, TX`
`(c) 1999 Susan C. Posted May 1999`

`From: Homeschool Central I would like to thank you for your Columbine Memorial Page. We have linked to it on our main page as one of our sites of the week this week at Homeschool Central. Homeschool Central is based in Denver and we really appreciate your tribute. Thank you.`
`Posted May 1999`

`God Is Always There by Jennifer Campbell If you ever feel alone, and feel like no one cares. Do not be discouraged, because God is always there. He leads you through the valley, and out of your despair. Everytime you need Him, God is always there. No matter how hard things get, you're always a millionaire. 'Cause with Jesus living in your heart, He is always there. So when this world gets rough, and you think that life's not fair. Just look into the Saviour's eyes, because He is always there.`
`�1999 Jennifer Campbell http://www.jennifercampbell.net Posted April 1999`

Home / Main Page Multi-Media (Songs, Books, Images) Community (Memorials, Events, etc) Comments View Guestbook View CommentsBook Poems & Comments By Email (pg1) Poems & Comments By Email (pg2) Columbine Links Other CHS Related Info Poems And Comments #1 Guestbooks will open in new windows The following Have Been Sent To Me By Visitors To This Site, Thanks To All Of You Who Have Posted Here! If you have something you would like to add here, e-mail me. jaymes_kay @ yahoo.com NOTE: to help ensure i get your email, please put the word 'Columbine' in the subject line these are posted un-edited as I recieved them. the Newest posts are at the top of the list. From: Tina HELLO, I SAW YOUR SIGHT. I HEARD ABOUT THIS TRAGEDY ON THE NEWS, READ IT IN THE NEWSPAPERS. BUT NOTHING CAN REALLY PREPARE YOU FOR WHAT YOU READ AND SEE OF WHAT REALLY TOOK PLACE THAT AWFUL DAY!! I AM SO SORRY FOR ALL THE FAMILYS THAT HAD TO SUFFER THROUGH THE LOSS OF THIER FAMILY AND FRIENDS. I PRAY THAT GOD HAS BROUGHT MUCH NEEDED PEACE INTO THIER LIVES.I MYSELF HAVE TWO BOYS. 19 AND 17. I THANK GOD THEY`VE MANAGED TO REMAIN GOOD HEARTED SONS, EVEN AFTER THIER FATHER AND I DIVORCED. MY 17 YEAR OLD IS ONE THAT HAS A HEART OF GOLD. I THANK GOD FOR MY CHILDREN. I SEE SO MANY PARENTS NOT HAVING THE TIME NEEDED TO SPEND WITH THIER CHILDREN. MAN THAT`S A SHAME. I PRAY THIS SORT OF THING STOPS HAPPENING. GOD BLESS YOU. TINA LOGAN GREENFIELD,IN. Posted March 2005 From: Jody I AM A FATHER OF 4. I AM ALSO THE YOUTH LEADER AT MY CHURCH. IT CONCERNS ME EVERYDAY WHEN MY KIDS GOTO SCHOOL. I THINK OF THAT VERY DAY 4-20-99. I PRAY THAT WE CAN PROTECT OUR KIDS MORE SAFELY. GREAT WEB SIGHT. GOD BLESS JODY K. SHUFFIELD Posted July 2003 From: Jay Paul Freeman This poem was on another memorial site for Columbine that I write in 1999: Treatments Who will win this war, The one we all talk about and await ? We see it's precursors Amongst the shocking and tragic headlines Headlines from afar and not so far And today it is the distress of those... Displaced and disgraced Ethnically cleansed or dispatched Bombs dropping on the innocent or placed in our schools Our parents and children's priorities heavily mismatched And what is our reaction? Does the WARNING need to be addressed To each individual-each North and South American, European, African, Asian and Australian? To each individual Hindu, Muslim, Jew, Mormon, Buddhist, Catholic, and Episcopalian? Warning signs are like the onset of a cold.. Feelings of weakening, discomfort, and fever Should we not treat the cause and not these symptoms now before it is too late? As we scramble to assemble the world's answer for the treatment to be prescribed------ Peacekeepers, missionaries and negotiators that will push and solve the dilemma Psychologists, media gatherers, and religious offering sympathy to those gripped in pain, fear, bewilderment...... Let us not forget the treatment that is truly needed Before our fates are sealed Is to gradually attack the causes of hate and apathy Of course, this has already been revealed.. That revelation is a path that shows us.. That just LOVE-EMPATHY-and PRAYER Whose cures are extremely ample Will mend our families and fellowships In following Christ's example Jay Paul Freeman Riverside, California May 2, 1999 (c) 1999 - 2003 Jay Paul Freeman Posted April 2003 From: (anonymous) Hi I wont give out my name but your webpage about columbine was very true. Noting that Eric Harris was one of my favorite cousins, we used to play with each other as little kids, i still to this day hurt when I think about what he did. but I'd like to thank you for putting out real facts and not making false remarks, because we dont know why this happened no one involved is alive to tell us. I miss eric just as much as every one else involved misses thier loved ones. Eris commited a horrible crime as well as a sin, and everyone see's that as every one moves on we cant get backour loved ones. Id like to thank you for putting your opinion as well as the hard facts on the web. (c) 2002 Posted Octorber 2002 From: Fred Self Greetings from Southern California May the peace of Jesus be with you all in this painful and confusing world. I live in Moreno Valley California and I am a pastor in a little town of Lucerne Valley in the high desert of Southern California. For the past three weeks I have been getting phone calls from a troubled young person about 20 years old. I find a peace and healing coming from God as we talk on the phone each day. I asked "Have you always been a Christian? What's your story?" The reply was that when she read about Cassie's Faith, that was the turning point. I haven't met this young person yet face to face yet, she is not ready for that, but Cassie's faith touched someone here, to make her stand up for God too and to seek his help. Praise God that I too may one day meet Cassie and friends face to face with our Lord. God Bless you all, Pastor Fred Self (c) 2002 Fred Self Posted July 2002 From: (anonymous author) I love the book "She Said Yes". The book is scary because if you think about it, everything is true- daddies little girl who is so innocent, isn't doing anything bad, just going to school and when she arrives, she is suddenly killed. Maybe if she was a bad kid and skipped school, she would still be alive today, but she was doing the right thing- she believed in GOD. R.I.P Cassie Bernall ~Anymous~ Posted July 2002 By: Robert Markle Why Did This Occur? (In Memory of Cassie Barnall) Lord, how could you let this occur?, Fear began to stir, inside of her, Tears left her vision a blur, as gunshots rang out, any other would scream or shout, but she hid in silence, until violence, discovered her under the table, unable, to escape fate, She became a victim of their hate, they questioned if she believed in you, and she replied, 'Yes, I do,' thee exact answer they didn't want to hear, angry, they whispered in her ear, 'Time to meet your maker,' Why did you let them take her?, She was loyal to your Holy Book, now look....., where's shes at?, I don't understand that, someone who believed in you, dies while two....., demented children lived long enough to, shoot up a school, take their lives and 13 others too, Why did this occur?, now my visions a blur, as I shake my head, and wonder when will the bloodshed, stop, I wipe a solitary teardrop, from my eye, Cassie Barnall, your in God's hands now, spread your wings and fly. (c) 2001 Robert Markle Posted May 2001 By: Robert Markle Remember Columbine, Two kids armed with sawed off shotguns, a tec nine...., explosives and knives, took the lives, of 12 innocent aspiring souls, as well as a teacher with goals...., of educating the next generation, who couldn?t escape the eternal infatuation, of his little girls, all of them exited this world, far too fast, because two demented spirits thought the gun's blast, would cure their personal frustration, instead it threw the whole nation...., into the line of fire, now other kids desire, to turn back the hands of time, and duplicate the crime, Why?, Can they see my pain as a tear trickles from my eye, or are they blind, to these feelings portrayed through my mind, when I think of April 20, 1999, and remember Columbine. (c) 2001 Robert Markle Posted May 2001 By: Melissa Do you see? You see them down the hall, laughing at the jokes you say, but does anyone seem to care? NO they don't, cause it doesn't seem to matter. Sure they weren't as popular as you, or didn't dress according to your liking, but they were human beings just like you, but you didn't seem to notice until that fateful day, when Eric and Dylan started to fire, then you seemed to care. Do you know why? cause that was your terror, your fear and those jokes that you said a few days before, you wish you hadn't said. As you sit and relax reading this poem I'd like you to remember that like your selfs Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold were infact people who had feelings, they had hopes and dreams but were crushed when you pushed them too far. So I leave you with this: I don't go to Columbine and didn't know Eric and Dyaln but if you chose to tease people it isn't a good idea.. YOU DON'T WANT ANOTHER MASSACRE DO YOU? (c) 2001 Melissa Posted April 2001 By: Saphir0122 Why Do I Have To Wait So Long? Matt and Mike aren't at school today It'll be hard to win without our two top players The bus is going to leave for the game soon Out of class early we go At the end of the hall are Matt and Mike Not with open arms and jerseys though But standing erect with a shotgun in each hand Mike yells, "You are all fakers. With your popular fronts. You're not real." Funny, the schools most popular would say that The guns cock The guns fire Someone throws me to the ground Too late though My shirt is splattered I feel a warm liquid on my face Reality fades This is what I get for trying to be popular This is what I get for being a cheerleader But they're wrong, I gave up on being popular I'm just cheering because I made the commitment I know how they feel, but this isn't how to handle it Oh, god I'm dieing Jon, oh Jon, you never knew How I really felt about you Mr. College man now, you were my secret inspiration That only my good friends knew about You pushed me to succeed with out knowing it. Maybe I would have never tried to be popular if it weren't for you But then again I think I would have "Moms," you know I love you don't you? Well I do You were right cheerleading would kill me Now it has litterally "Paps," I'll never know if you could have made me famous Go to seventh street and remeber. You promised you'd take me How I'll miss everyone Nicola, maybe we'll see each other in Italy Miranda, how's Casey? you better not be back with Chris =) Why me? Why me? I had so much to offer So many things I could have done That I could have become There goes the rest of reality I'll wait for everyone And save you a place in the choir Evn the people I know that say they can't sing But why do I have to wait so long -"We've lost her." (c) 2000 Saphir0122 Posted May 2000 From: Barb HI This is such a great informative and sensitive site. Thanks for keeping us posted on related events and occurances. I'm sure none of us understands the full implications of what's happening in our nation . . . but I can say for myself that I am taking a much more active part in my childrens' lives ~ not overpreotective ~ just participating in life WITH them and enjoying each one for who they are. God bless and proptect the youth of our nation by Your love and Your power! Again, thanks for maintaining this site. It blesses me. Barb Posted April 2000 From: Brian Jasik I just wanted to say my thoughts are with you and those who went through the tragedy of last year at Columbine. I hope tomorrow is not to traumatic for you. If you need to talk or whatever feel free to send an e mail. Take care God bless Brian Jasik http://community.webtv.net/whykillkenny/THEHOPEbrianshopecom Posted April 2000 From: Gidgette i just wanted to email you and give you mad props on putting out such a beautiful and meaningful site on columbine. things like that can make a difference even if it might be little give ya mad props and love gidgette Posted April 2000 From: Kelly K. As The One Year Anniv Approaches I Just Want To say To The fam Faculty Students & Staff Of CHS I'm Thinking of You All & Wish You All The Best In The Future Sincerly A CHS Supporter Kelly A Krannawitter Posted April 2000 From: Kristan C My name is Kristan Catmull, and I am a 17 year old high school junior from Portland, Oregon. This tragedy hurt and touched me in so many ways- the one way I can express myself is through poetry, and I wrote and dedicated this poem to all the students and families of Columbine- you will all be in our hearts forever... ~*In a Heartbeat*~ A casual morning, No different than the day before, In a place where innocence walks, Down a hallway.. Through a classroom... Something lingers; Something different... In a heartbeat... In a heartbeat.. Innocence is lost, Pacing through rooms of youth, Strolls fear itself. More power than one can imagine.. Armed... With gun in hand, Striking simply at anything capable of taking a breath.. Hiding; >From the ones who hold the gun, But having no place to run. Behind a desk.. Under a table.. Places not meant to block a bullet, Soon become your refuge.. In a heartbeat.. Holding the guns Suddenly they have what they�ve always wanted.. Your fear.. Derived from nothing more Than the piercing hole They�ve just put in someone�s chest.. Your chest; As you stare up Looking into eyes as innocent as your own.. In a heartbeat.., Strolling further down empty halls, Reaching yet another scene.. Another scene that plays into the plan.. Yet one wonders how there can be a plan.. When everyone�s a target In a heartbeat... Standing alone, Yet surrounded by eyes filled with terror.. Your stomach curls.. An arm from behind you, Suddenly fixed on your neck, Feeling the cold, hard metal.. Rest against your head.. Almost as cold as the hands touching your skin.. 'Do you want to die?', you�re asked.. It�s not my time, God, for I have done nothing, Hold on to me, God, try and do something, The question rings within your head, Pleading with the heart you can feel.. Beating through you .. Standing directly behind, Pleading for your life.. One so young, Not ready to leave; As you close your eyes.. Something fires.. Time expires.. As you watch the eyes of one the same as you, Retire.. Sliding helplessly to the ground, You open yours only to see, Your best friend, Lying so cold, Without a life left to plead for, In a heartbeat..... A mother, Frantically waiting, Better off not knowing... That her daughter, Without reason, Lies dead on her classroom floor, In a heartbeat.. A father, Crying helplessly, Better off not knowing... His son is sliding desperately, Out of a second story window.. Shot five times, And still fighting for his life.. Being stripped from him, In a heartbeat... A brother, Separated from his sister, Better off not knowing.. That she tried to escape.. Yes, she tried, But lies cold.. God took her too soon.. He never said goodbye, Everything gone.. In a heartbeat... A sister, Separated from her brother, Better off not knowing.. He waits endlessly, Huddled behind closet doors.. Praying to God.. Knowing the voice he hears on the other side, Is about to take his life, In a heartbeat... In a heartbeat.. Rooms grow quiet, In a peacefulness of sorts, The chaos is ending.. You can feel it ending, Knowing the power is descending... And their choices are limited. Somehow death still remains within the hands of each, Yet you wonder how much more they can take.. They surrender.. But to no one but themselves.. Again.. Time expires.. This time, signaling the end.. Something fires.. Two lives, Who have just taken more than a dozen others, Take their own. On this day, A massacre unfolded, All truths told.. A suicide mission, >From beginning to end, In a heartbeat... When will we learn? Why were young, innocent lives taken from this world.. In a heartbeat? How could school walls act as a burial ground.. A resting place for children? Serving no other purpose within those walls, But to simply learn. Opportunities were murdered.. In a heartbeat.. Circles of hate continue until society reacts. How many more lives will be taken, Before the circle is finally broken, As easily as innocence was lost... In a heartbeat... *In loving memory of those who suffered on April 20th* (c) 2000 Kristan Catmull Posted March 2000 From: Gabrielle Carlin I am a junior at Pascack Valley High School in Hillsdale, NJ. My high school is a place much like Columbine. Jocks, preppies, hippies, whatever classification you can think of. We are all kids just trying to make it through the 4 long arduous years of high school. I have learned that high school is not easy for anybody. When I heard of the tragedy at Columbine, it shook me more than I can describe. The kids running, crying, the news of 12 dead students, bombs, hit me like a brick. It seemed almost unreal to me. But, I knew it wasn't. I looked around my classes and looked at all the kids I knew. Sure, I knew them from class and other things, but did I really know them? I knew there were all different types of kids in my classes. But, what were they thinking? Were they sad, depressed, angry, lonely? Columbine made me think about how hard it is to go through high school. Unfortunatelly, at my school, it didn't seem to be addressed as much as I thought it should. No one talked about why they thought it happened, how scary and sad it was. Actually, many people had a very calm response to it. But, I couldn't. I felt that it was something worth thinking about. These kids didn't deserve to die. What made Dylan and Eric tick was truly something maniacal and unhealthy. They were both lonely, picked on, angry at the world for being made fun of and not understood. However, that is no excuse to kill innocent kids who never hurt them. Violence is never the answer. What I have gotten out of this has been more than I can say. I believe that we should all be a little kinder and accept eachother for who we are. It may not be that simple, but no matter what, if you're a jock, a skater, a goth, or a bookworm, you still have the same emotions and go through the same things. Just because you're different doesn't make you lower than anyone. I hope that we can all learn from this. This is our generation we're talking about. We are the leaders of the future, and we all have to pull together and reach out to understand each other. I don't want to be silent anymore. It is up to us to make sure something like Columbine will not happen again. Write back if you have any comment. Thank you for your time. Sincerely, Gabrielle Carlin, 17 Vega1182@aol.com (c) 1999 Gabrielle Carlin Posted December 1999 From: Jackie, who received it in an e-mail Mommy Jonny brought a gun to school, He told his friends that it was cool, And when he pulled the trigger back, It shot with a great crack. Mommy, I was a good girl, I did what I was told, I went to school, I got straight As', I even got the gold! But Mommy, when I went to school that day, I never said goodbye, I'm sorry Mommy, I had to go, But Mommy, please don't cry. When Johnny shot the gun, He hit me and another, And all because Johnny, Got the gun from his older brother. Mommy, please tell Daddy; That I love him very much, And please tell Chris; my boyfriend; That it wasn't just a crush. And tell my little sister; That she is the only now, And tell my dear sweet Grandmother; I'll be waiting for her now, And tell my wonderful friends; That they always were the best, Mommy, I'm not the first, I'm no better then the rest. Mommy, tell my teachers; I won't show up for class, And never to forget this, And please don't let this pass. Mommy, why'd it have to be me? No one deserves this, Mommy, warn the others, Mommy, I left without a kiss. And Mommy, tell the doctors; I know they really did try, I think I even saw a doctor, Trying not to cry. Mommy, I'm slowly dying, With a bullet in my chest, But Mommy, please remember, I'm in heaven with the rest. Mommy, I ran as fast as I could, When I heard that crack, Mommy, listen to me if you would, I'm not coming back. I wanted to go to college, I wanted to try things that were new, I guess I'm not going with Daddy; On that trip to the new zoo. I wanted to get married, I wanted to have a kid, I wanted to be an actress, Mommy, I wanted to live. But Mommy, I must go now, The time is getting late, Mommy tell my boyfriend, I'm sorry, but I had to cancel the date. I love you Mommy, I always have, I'll know; you know it's true, And Mommy all I wanted to say is, "Mommy, I love you" -original author unknown (c) 1999 Posted July 1999 From: Rachel this is such a great page. it is definately one of my favs. it is one of the best. i am a student at chs, and i think that you did a great job with this page. god bless you. Posted July 1999 the following was circulated at the April 26 memorial service the author wished to remain anonymous. The Gardener And His Columbines Once upon a time, in the grassy plains, near the Foothills of the Rocky Mountains, There grew several fields of wild flowers. They grew so gleefully in various groups, sizes, shapes and colors. And every spring a new class would blossom and brighten the valley floor. An old gardener tended to these flowers with great love and admiration. One day while looking westward he noticed a particular group of Columbines. They stood so radiant and bright in the morning sun, but something was wrong. A barren spot appeared in the middle. He gently knelt down to find thirteen withered stems, their Blossoms gone! This saddened him deeply. Why did they die? As days past the rest of the Columbines in that group began to sag and lose their luster, almost as if in mourning. Some might blow away and reseed elsewhere. The old gardener became very concerned and began to feed, nurture, and care for the remaining Columbines with great love. And in a short time the Columbines started to grow stronger and brighter and nourish themselves. Eventually the Columbines flourished and grew to magnificent beauty and blossomed with all their majesty. And the barren ground where the thirteen withered stems once stood was now filled with joy again. And the old gardener was filled with joy and happiness for he knew that only love would heal his beautiful Columbines. But this story is about more than flowers you see. Our Lord is the gardener. The Columbines are the students and teachers. And only love can heal the barren spots in our hearts. In memory of those Columbines who died that spring day. April 20th 1999 -Anonymous. Posted June 1999 From: John my name is john, and i am a student at columbine high school...i just wanted to take this time to say thank you for your support and for making a beautiful web page...it means a lot to us to know that you care so much for us thank you john Posted June 1999 From: Shemrit Diner hello, i am from staten island new york and i would like to send my condolences to those affected and involved in the tragedy at columbine highschool. I myself am a sophomore at susan E wagner in staten island new york. This terrible tragedy has touched many of us out here and i wish you hope and good fortune. I have to write a speech for my english class and my topic is The negative impact of the internet on today's youth. It is my belief that the internet was an aid to the crimes committed at columbine. Everyday millions of teens sighn on to the internet and there is no restraint on the sites they tap into, although the internet helps us a lot everyday we must not ignore the negativities. Even though it has been over a month since the tragedy i would like to let you know that it is not forgotten thank you, --shemrit diner, 16yrs old (c) 1999 Shemrit Diner Posted May 1999 Time by Susan C. Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too short for those who rejoice, too long for those who mourn, but for those who love, time is eternity. May this bring comfort to those who read it. God bless all those who died or were injured in this tragedy. My prayers go out to them as well as the familys and friends of these lost souls. Susan C. SA, TX (c) 1999 Susan C. Posted May 1999 From: Homeschool Central I would like to thank you for your Columbine Memorial Page. We have linked to it on our main page as one of our sites of the week this week at Homeschool Central. Homeschool Central is based in Denver and we really appreciate your tribute. Thank you. Posted May 1999 God Is Always There by Jennifer Campbell If you ever feel alone, and feel like no one cares. Do not be discouraged, because God is always there. He leads you through the valley, and out of your despair. Everytime you need Him, God is always there. No matter how hard things get, you're always a millionaire. 'Cause with Jesus living in your heart, He is always there. So when this world gets rough, and you think that life's not fair. Just look into the Saviour's eyes, because He is always there. �1999 Jennifer Campbell http://www.jennifercampbell.net Posted April 1999 last updated 16 May 2005 Back to the Memorial Page This page and the images on it (c) 1999 - 2006 James k The poems/comments (c) by the person who's name is in green at the bottom of it.