I Was Almost A School Shooter | Aaron Stark | TEDxBoulder

I Was Almost A School Shooter | Aaron Stark | TEDxBoulder

Translator: Bob Prottas
Reviewer: Leonardo Silva I was almost a school shooter. In 1996, Denver, Colorado,
I was a student in North High. In a moment of pain and anger,
I almost committed a terrible atrocity. Growing up I’d learned early on there was a strange comfort
and calmness in darkness. I was always the new kid. My family was violent and aggressive,
drug-addicted parents. We were moving from place to place,
went to 30 or 40 different schools, always seemed to be going
to a new school every other week. You woke up at 4 o’clock
in the morning by cops, to run across the country to end up
at a school for a couple of weeks and then have to do it all again
a couple of days later. I was the perpetual new kid, and since I
also had such an unstable household, I wasn’t helped by the fact that I smelled
really bad because I never had a shower, or didn’t really have any clean clothes. All my clothes were dirty and torn. I liked comic books at a time
when kids didn’t really like people who liked comic books that much. So every time I went to a new school
I was in a new set of bullies. They’d walk up to me and shoot me
with a harpoon, like I was a whale, or dump food on my head
because they said I was too fat. But the bullying wasn’t just at school.
It happened at home a lot too. I was told that I was worthless
by just about everybody in my life. When you’re told you worthless enough
you will believe it, then you’re going to do everything
to make everybody else agree with it too. I wrapped that darkness around me
like a blanket, used it as a shield. It kept the few who agreed with me close,
but it kept everybody else away. I always had heard in life
that there was good and bad people. I must be one of the bad people. So I guess I’d have to just do
what I was supposed to do. So I got really aggressive. At 12 or 13-years-old
I got really into heavy metal music, and I was the mosh pit
when I went to concerts. The abuse just never seemed to stop. I got into cutting around 14 or 15 because I figured that there was all this
extreme emotion going on in my life I had absolutely no control over. I had to find some way
to find control over something so I took to cutting myself. I still have the scars to this day. At 15, 16 years old, I ended up homeless. My parents had kicked me out because I didn’t want to deal
with their drunken fighting, so I was living on the streets. I thought I had pushed
all my other friends away, shoved them all away
by lying to them or stealing from them, doing everything that my family
taught me how to react, which was the completely
wrong way how to react. But I had no idea.
I was just doing what I was taught. Finally, at 16 years old, I’m sitting
in my best friend’s shed, who I thought I’d already pushed away too
by stealing from him and lying to him. Lying in this shed
with the roof wide open, with rain pouring down on me
into a grungy chair that was covered in cobwebs and dirt
which hadn’t been touched in months. And I’m sitting there with my arm
covered in blood, knowing that if I didn’t do something
I was going to kill myself soon. So, I did the only thing
I could think of to do: I grabbed a phonebook,
and I called social services. So I went to social services. Sadly, they didn’t just bring me in there,
they also took my mom in there too, who happened to be one of the largest
sources of my pain growing up. Since she had spent her life
running from place to place and dealing with social workers
and police officers, she knew exactly what to say
to get them to believe that I was making it all up, it was just an act,
I was just doing it for attention. Then they sent me home with her. And as they sent me home with her,
she turned to me and she said: “Next time, you should do a better job
and I’ll buy you the razor blades.” My heart just got ripped out
of me at that point. The darkness I’d been staring at
for so long, I ran headlong into it. I had nothing left to live for. I literally had nothing to lose. And when you have nothing to lose
you can do anything, and that is a terrifying thought. I had decided that my act
of doing something was I was going to express
my extreme anger and rage by getting a gun. I was going to attack either my school
or a mall food court. It really didn’t matter which one. It wasn’t about the people,
it was about the largest amount of damage in the shortest amount of time
with the least amount of security. Both those places were the right targets. So I wish I had a better story
about actually getting a gun, but that was actually
brother-business-like. There were gangbanger kids
near my school back in the mid ’90s when gangs were still a major problem
in North Denver schools. This kid had seen me, he knew my family
and he’d sold drugs to them before. He knew that I wasn’t really in school,
I was just always at school. He knew I wasn’t a narc
or anything like that. I didn’t know anything but a first name.
That didn’t take more than that. I knew they had access to guns,
they talked about it all the time. I said: “Hey, can you get me a gun?”
“Sure, get me an ounce.” “All right, give me three days.” That was it. I was waiting to get myself a gun
so I could kill a lot of people. But thankfully
I wasn’t alone in that darkness. That best friend who had saved me
when I was sleeping in the shed, he saw this place that I was in. Even though I had stolen
from him and lied to him and taken his belongings
and ruined it all, he didn’t care, he still brought me in
and showed me acts of kindness. Just simple acts. It wasn’t the kind of overbearing
kindness where they say: “Is there anything I can do for you? can I do something to make you better? How can I help you?” It was just sitting down next to me. “Hey, would you like a meal?
Let’s watch a movie.” He treated it like it was a Tuesday.
He treated me like I was a person. When someone treats you like a person
when you don’t even feel like a human, it’ll change your entire world,
and it did to me. He stopped me with his acts of kindness
from committing that atrocity that day. If you see someone who’s in that spot
that needs that love, give it to them. Love the ones you feel
deserve it the least because they need it the most. It’ll help you just as much
as it helps them. We’re in a really dangerous spot now
with this trend of arming the teachers, looking out for the kids who might
be a threat in schools, and maybe turning them in to the FBI. What’s that going to do to a kid who’s
in the position I was 25 years ago? Who’s alone, and depressed, and abused, and is just sitting there hurting, and someone thinks that they’re a threat? He gets turned in to the FBI, and one month of pain
turns into a lifetime of legal trouble because one person thought
he was going to be a problem. Instead of looking at that kid
like he’s a threat, look at him like he might be a friend, like you might be able
to bring him into the fold. Show him that it’s just a Tuesday.
Show him that he is worth it. Show him that he can exist in this pain
even though it’s intense, that at the end of it, there is a light
at the end of the tunnel. I found my light. Now I’m a happy family man.
I am a father of four. My wife and my daughter
are in the audience today. (Applause) And even bigger than that, the friend who saved my life,
he’s in the audience today too. Because friendship
doesn’t ever really die. (Applause) We have to give love to the people
who we think deserve the least. Thank you. (Applause)

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  1. Metal music is just a genre of music that some people like. It’s just an opinion. It doesn’t automatically mean that the person is mentally unstable. Just putting it out there

  2. People don’t understand how easy it is to shoot up a school and that everyone has the potential to do so. You don’t have the blood literally on your hands, it’s easy just to pull a trigger and not realize in depth how you just took someone’s life. Please, be a friend, everyone’s needs that one person to show them kindness and stop them from going off the deep end.

  3. I know this is a YouTube comment section and people are going to try and act edgy and cool, but think about it. If you were in this guy’s situation would you want those comments? This man has gone through a lot more than many of us ever will. So maybe show him a little bit more respect.

  4. No matter what happens in your life, I dont think that almost being a school shooter should be given sympathy. Trying to harm other people because of how you feel isnt going to solve your problems

  5. this video is INSANE. judgement, doubting, and thinking you know best is where our society goes wrong. What people need to understand is that everyone’s struggles are valid because even if they told you what they were going through or what was going on with them, you would still not know what they were going through. And it’s such a cliche thing to say but you never know what other people are going through. There is no way for you to possibly know. (This concept has been brought to my attention from the theories that we are in a stimulation… but besides that…) There are just so many great point in this video and especially in this comments sections alone that bring light to the fact that FBI agents, teachers, and people in general have no idea what you’re going through. And for them to act like your struggles aren’t legitimate, or that you’re “over exaggerating” is just something that makes no sense whatsoever. And, yes, people will mistake social cues for occurrences in which they’re not allowing your point, or you in general to be valid. It’s just one of the flaws of modern day society, but judgement, thinking you know best for someone else and all they need know, and doubting other people in general just creates more problems for us than we can possibly fix. “You have to love the people that you think deserve it the least” Not everything will make sense, because that’s just the capacity of our lifetimes and of our creation, but doing what you can to flip the outcome around is what matters. end the current cycle and create a new one. 👌🏼

  6. My mom did drugs when I was 7 I got taken away from her this was maybe about the year of 2012-13. My moms boyfriend beat her & he put her through a coffee table, in the hospital 3 times, & shes still with him today. (around 2014-15) At the time I didnt know what was happening. I've built up anger since then I'm 14 now I have thoughts similar to this but i keep them bottled up because i know it's not right i started writing in my notes and it helped. Im to kind of a person to harm myself or othors I help people who go through the same things I have and it helps me alot.

  7. „Love the ones who you feel like deserve it the least because those are the ones who need it the most.“ very strong message. Thanks to the one friend, you are a hero!

  8. I want to be an armed teacher, but likewise I want to be there to prevent the need of ever being put into that situation.
    Kids, teens, they need all of us. Not the fake "im here for you" but they need to know someone is there to listen and genuinely care.
    I hope to be that teacher.

  9. To anyone reading this: You’re great. You are a great person and don’t let anyone else tell you otherwise. Have a great day.

  10. His friend was so nice 👍 I love his friend he is an awesome dude! Literally guys everyone be like his friend plz plz plz some people don’t understand how lucky we are 🙏🏽🙏🏽

  11. Thank you so much for this, there is a kid at my school who is been thinking about suicide and this is opened up my eyes on how to deal with him and help him out. I have been friends with him before but we kind of separated a little and drifted, I’m now going to make an effort to get to know him again and see what’s going on and help me out treating like a person and do everything possible to make him feel like he is worthy to be here because we all are.

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