It sickens me that ANYONE, ANYWHERE, would even CONSIDER suggesting MORE gun control.
I, myself was nearly killed after some 'gangsta wannabe' shot a gun off into a crowd of innocent high school kids and changed the course of my life, FOREVER.
I was a bright, athletic, outgoing, unstoppable KID, who was/IS destined for GREAT THINGS, and a stray bullet in the night left me paralyzed from the neck down for nearly a year, and blind in my right eye.
I am STILL partially paralyzed in my lower extremities, and, as a result of the scoliosis I developed from experiencing a majority of my growth spurts while lying crooked on a bed or slumped down in a wheelchair, the "best spinal surgeons" in Dallas told me more than two years ago that there was "NOTHING" that could be done for me and I should "brace" myself, psychologically for the fact that, BY NOW, I'd be back in a wheelchair for the REST OF MY LIFE.
And yet, YOU WILL FIND NO BIGGER PROPONENT of the 2nd Amendment, than ME.
Sorry to be screaming at you, but this whole thing has opened up old wounds.
The lives lost are senseless, and horrific, and I sympathyze with the family and friends of the lost. But here's the thing that gets me:
I can't STOP thinking about the ones who lived. Particularly, those who witnessed/lived through it, but were not affected by it PHYSICALLY.
I feel the EXACT SAME WAY for all of the other teens who WATCHED ME NEARLY DIE on a city street, especially the core of them who, just kids, themselves, thought extremely quickly and SAVED MY LIFE as pre-technology circumstances delayed professional first responders from reaching me during those precious minutes when my life hung in the balance.
I OFTEN wonder, "How DID they remain level-headed enough to NOT ONLY flawlessly execute what they had learned the summer before in their CPR/life-saving classes, but perform it on someone their age, someone they KNEW. Someone who could have just as easily been THEM. And how did they manage to do it amidst all of the chaos and confusion surrounding them? A virtual stampede of kids running each and every way FROM the sound of the gunshot, the (what must have been) seemingly endless wait for the "grown-ups" to arrive, and on and on it goes in my mind.
I finally, after more than a decade of trying to kill myself slowly, diagnosed MYSELF with PTSD (which I subsequently had confirmed via Dr's) and I know, first-hand how it has directly affected every aspect of my life.
And I was, for the most part, unconscious, (literally in a coma) throughout the whole experience. So, if MY PTSD is SO bad that someday's opening the blinds is a real victory; HOW BAD MUST THEIR PTSD be?
And furthermore, have they yet even connected that night with decisions, directions, and/or events in their life that they have experienced during the ensuing years????
It's NOT ONLY the victims being buried who died on that day. EVERYONE who was there lost a piece of themselves. Never Again will ANY of them float in the protective bubble of childhood innocence. NEVER AGAIN will ANY of them BELIEVE that ANYTHING/ANYONE can KEEP THEM SAFE.
And THAT, Dear Readers, IS THE TRUE DEFINITION OF TERROR.
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I, myself was nearly killed after some 'gangsta wannabe' shot a gun off into a crowd of innocent high school kids and changed the course of my life, FOREVER.
I was a bright, athletic, outgoing, unstoppable KID, who was/IS destined for GREAT THINGS, and a stray bullet in the night left me paralyzed from the neck down for nearly a year, and blind in my right eye.
I am STILL partially paralyzed in my lower extremities, and, as a result of the scoliosis I developed from experiencing a majority of my growth spurts while lying crooked on a bed or slumped down in a wheelchair, the "best spinal surgeons" in Dallas told me more than two years ago that there was "NOTHING" that could be done for me and I should "brace" myself, psychologically for the fact that, BY NOW, I'd be back in a wheelchair for the REST OF MY LIFE.
And yet, YOU WILL FIND NO BIGGER PROPONENT of the 2nd Amendment, than ME.
Sorry to be screaming at you, but this whole thing has opened up old wounds.
The lives lost are senseless, and horrific, and I sympathyze with the family and friends of the lost. But here's the thing that gets me:
I can't STOP thinking about the ones who lived. Particularly, those who witnessed/lived through it, but were not affected by it PHYSICALLY.
I feel the EXACT SAME WAY for all of the other teens who WATCHED ME NEARLY DIE on a city street, especially the core of them who, just kids, themselves, thought extremely quickly and SAVED MY LIFE as pre-technology circumstances delayed professional first responders from reaching me during those precious minutes when my life hung in the balance.
I OFTEN wonder, "How DID they remain level-headed enough to NOT ONLY flawlessly execute what they had learned the summer before in their CPR/life-saving classes, but perform it on someone their age, someone they KNEW. Someone who could have just as easily been THEM. And how did they manage to do it amidst all of the chaos and confusion surrounding them? A virtual stampede of kids running each and every way FROM the sound of the gunshot, the (what must have been) seemingly endless wait for the "grown-ups" to arrive, and on and on it goes in my mind.
I finally, after more than a decade of trying to kill myself slowly, diagnosed MYSELF with PTSD (which I subsequently had confirmed via Dr's) and I know, first-hand how it has directly affected every aspect of my life.
And I was, for the most part, unconscious, (literally in a coma) throughout the whole experience. So, if MY PTSD is SO bad that someday's opening the blinds is a real victory; HOW BAD MUST THEIR PTSD be?
And furthermore, have they yet even connected that night with decisions, directions, and/or events in their life that they have experienced during the ensuing years????
It's NOT ONLY the victims being buried who died on that day. EVERYONE who was there lost a piece of themselves. Never Again will ANY of them float in the protective bubble of childhood innocence. NEVER AGAIN will ANY of them BELIEVE that ANYTHING/ANYONE can KEEP THEM SAFE.
And THAT, Dear Readers, IS THE TRUE DEFINITION OF TERROR.
https://youtu.be/Q5wW8N4pt3U
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