Let me tell y'all a true story about a young fellow... I'll call him "Joe" to protect his identity.
Bear in mind, this IS a true story.
"Joe" had a rough time in Junior High. His social skills were mediocre and he was perhaps overly sensitive; he came from a family that was very mild-mannered and didn't tolerate verbal abuse or other uncivil behavior, and the first time some kid called him a m'f'er he almost had a stroke he was so infuriated. He was a country boy who dressed in rugged comfortable clothes and not the latest style, and he was too honest and too trusting for his own good. Well, he got bullied a lot. It was a rough school, there were 16-19yo thugs there who had failed three grades in a row for misbehavior and it was a time when violence was peaking (1970s).
By the end of his first year at Jr High Joe felt like his life was coming apart. He'd been in more fights in six months that in the past six years and had been gang-beatdown, had weapons pulled on him and suffered what he considered daily insults and abuse that never ended. He saw no end in sight to this circumstance and struggled with the notion that he'd rather die than spend another year being tormented that way.
Joe's parents didn't lock their guns up; few people did back then in the country. Joe wasn't supposed to handle any guns without permission, but he knew where his father's pistols were hidden. There were three people at school that Joe saw as the chief architects of his living hell, and one day he sat in his room and gave serious thought to taking his Dad's smallest revolver to school and shooting them.
He fantasized about it, playing it out in his head, how sweet revenge would be on his tormentors and how they would never be able to torment him any more.
But reality came knocking; Joe knew the police would arrest him. He knew, for his parents had told him, that murderers were often executed or kept in a hellish prison for life. Joe didn't want that for himself.
It occurred to Joe that he could avoid that by killing himself after he killed his tormentors. That sounded somewhat appealing... after all, his life seemed to be an endless misery... and another two years at that school felt like eternity to a 13yo.
But Joe's parents had brought him up to believe in God, a God who had this commandment called "Thou Shalt not Murder". Joe remembered the preacher saying that after death every man had to face his God and answer for what he'd done in life.
Joe got the shakes about the idea of facing God after murdering three of his fellow students, and decided that the fantasy of shooting them was going to have to remain a fantasy. He struggled and found other ways to cope with the bullying and insults, and he killed no one.
Because he'd been taught about God and the Ten Commandments.
True story... possible school shooting averted because a couple of parents taught Joe their religion.
Well, how about that....