I woke up to a text message from my friend asking me when did my mom and step dad leave for Vegas. I replied that they had a Saturday night flight arriving at around midnight. She then asked where they were staying. By this point I knew something was up. They are staying off the strip at various hotels but nothing on the Vegas strip. Then she told me of the shooting. One day later they would have been driving down the strip in the mist of the chaos.

If you haven’t heard, a 64-year-old man named Stephen Paddock, fired a hailstorm of bullets into a crowd of 30,000 people from the 32nd floor of the nearby Mandalay Bay hotel. The crowd was attending a country music festival that was running for the weekend. Over 400 people were wounded and taken to nearby hospitals and 50 people were killed.http://www.cnn.com/2017/10/02/us/las-vegas-shooter/index.html

What can you say after hearing this? What words are there? The man had 10 rifles. I’m glad our president supports the rifle association. It’s not even just that, it’s the madness the senseless murder of all these people. The poor grieving families who have to go through this. The hundreds and hundreds hurt. The fear, the chaos and pain. It isn’t just here it’s been everywhere. When does it end? How does it end? What do we do? How do we protect ourselves, our children, parents, friends? I don’t have answers and I’m sick thinking about it. I’m sick thinking about when one day that hailstorm of bullets hit my front door and my luck runs out. My heart and thoughts and prayers go to the families of each and every victim who lost a life or was hurt in this senseless tragedy.