It was a warm spring morning, just seventeen days before graduation. Littleton, Colorado was slowly waking up and getting ready for work and school. One student in particular: A seventeen-year-old girl named Rachel Joy Scott.
Just like any other high schooler that morning, Rachel was getting ready. She got dressed, had breakfast, and brushed her hair and teeth, not knowing that this would be the last time she would have the opportunity to do these simple acts.
She arrived at Columbine, the high school she attended, and went to all of her morning classes. When lunch time came, she sat outside the school in the west side lawn with a friend, Richard Castaldo.
At 11:19 a.m., the two school shooters who also went to Columbine---Dylan Klebold and Eric Harris---opened fire on the two. Rachel was shot once in the chest, once in the arm, and once in the leg. While trying to crawl to safety, Dylan kneeled beside her, looked her straight in the face, and asked this question:
"Do you still believe in God?"
Rachel bravely looked up at the face of her killer and said, "You know I do."
"Then go be with him," were the last words she heard. The fourth and final shot was a fatal wound to her left temple.
Within a matter of seconds, Rachel Joy Scott lay dead on the lawn.
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Rachel Joy Scott
Non-Fiction"Compassion is the greatest form of love humans have to offer." - Rachel Joy Scott It was a regular day in Littleton, Colorado; Tuesday, April 20, 1999. An ordinary morning that would soon become anything but. At that moment in time, Adolf Hitler wa...
