This morning we woke up in a country where there was yet another mass murder. This time, targeting members of the LGBT community. The shooter took the lives of 50 people, more than 50 others are struggling to heal physically and our whole country is trying to heal emotionally… again.
We were watching the news as they announced death tolls, the shooter’s name and information about him, his family and how the community in Orlando was reacting, when my 9-year-old daughter turned to us and said “If I’m ever in a shooting, I’m going to hit the ground with a loud thud and pretend to be dead so he’ll think he already got me and move on.”
I looked at her for a second and felt tremendous sadness. I wanted to say “You’ll never have to worry about that, people don’t target kids.” But, that’s not true. I wanted to say “You’ll never have to worry about it, we’ll never be in a place where this happens.” But that’s not true either. I wanted to say “You’ll never have to worry about it, not just any lunatic can walk in and get a gun to do evil.” But that’s definitely not true.
What I said was “Good plan. That’s exactly what you should do.”
I’m still tremendously sad.