How This Momma Is Handling The Vegas Shooting

Triumphant Woman at beach on a cloudy day

I’m sick. Absolutely sick. I’m sick of guns, sick of the shootings, sick of the debate, sick of the arguing, sick or our inability to have a conversation about guns, sick of the NRA, sick of whoever the opposite of the NRA is, I’m sick of the constant news coverage, frankly, I’m sick of it all.

Actually, what I’m most sick of is having to explain this shit to my kids.

And I had to do it again.

How am I supposed to talk to my kids about a guy who shot into a crowd of people at a concert killing 59 and injuring 500 more?

How can I talk with them about something I can’t even begin to understand much less explain?

What am I supposed to say to them to make them feel safe in this crazy world?

What am I supposed to say when they ask why?

Why?

I have no freaking idea why. It’s a question I myself am struggling with. Why are we talking about yet another mass shooting? Why would someone commit such a terrible crime? Why would anyone want to terrorize people that way?

Who the hell knows. We’ll likely never know. None of it makes sense. And if you let it, it will really get you down. It can really make you lose faith in people if you let it.

But, I’m drawing a line in the sand. I’m not going to let one more asshole with a gun (or a lot of guns) get me down. Why not?

Because there is one thing I believe to be true, I know to be true. What’s that?

The one thing I know for sure is that there is far more good in this world than there is bad.

Even on days like these where it seems like the world has gone mad.

But it wasn’t the world that went mad on Sunday night, it was one guy. And I refuse to let his actions speak louder than the rest of what happened that night.

The heroics of that night must not be overlooked, the men who protected their girlfriends and wives, the off duty emergency responders who sprung into action, the people doing CPR on strangers, the strangers sharing Ubers to the hospital and tracking down their ride share’s loved ones, the people lined up to give blood…

All of this goodness has to overshadow the evil of that night.

If it doesn’t, he wins. And I’ll be damned if I’m going to let that a-hole win or let him taint my perspective on humanity. Screw him.

No, we don’t live in a perfect world. No, not everyone is good in this imperfect world. But there is a hell of a lot more good in this world than there is bad…we just have to open our eyes to it and remember that. We need to quit dwelling on the negative and start recognizing the positive.

I promise you, it’s out there. There are a million little amazing things happening in our world each and every day. And that’s what I’m going to say to my kids. Look for the good…be the good. And don’t let one terrible act define your view of humanity. Don’t let this asshole, or the next one, win. Because our world is far too good for that.

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  1. Debrah McCabe says:

    I’m completely sick at heart of all of this too but you’re pivot away from the horror to remembering the good around is is important for so many reasons. If nothing else, it resets our emotions so that the next time we encounter people throughout our days, we don’t react to their presence with suspicion and hostility. Dwelling on the negativity makes it hard for the love to blossom.

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