The feeling of having one less person walking the halls made me feel so heavy each day. On October 1, 2017, I lost a teacher in the Route 91 Harvest shooting. I had sent out texts to my loved ones who were there and hoped they were safe. Many other faculty at my school attended the concert and had showed up to school the following day, almost unable to speak.
Although I did not know you that well, I just wanted to say, we miss you much. You were such a kind person and always made everyone you passed by smile. I will never stop fighting until there are sensible gun laws. RIP Miss Casey?
I’m 14 years old and I’ve already been grazed by the cold heart of guns. I’ve lost those dear to me and have feared for my life in the places I had felt much comfort in. A month ago, three people lost their lives in the bowling alley I had found pleasure in going to. Thanks to a gun, I would never see the Gable House Bowl the same again. I try to think of the amazing times I have had there, but am constantly reminded that that place is where my friends had run for their lives and watched three innocent men get killed.
I would like to end my story with this: For those undergoing serious problems, I want you to know you’re not alone. I know you are probably told this constantly, but know that there is always someone out there going through similar battles. You are amazing, and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. You are strong, and don’t let anyone attempt to tear you down.??