I worked as a youth services librarian in an underserved community for more than 10 years. In that time, I knew of seven children and youth who died by gun violence. Two were in their own homes. The oldest was 17; the youngest was two years old. He was a happy, active and very beloved little boy—as beloved as were they all. I had been playing with the two-year old in the library about 10 days before he died. I have since met the surgeon who tried to save his life, who is also a member of this movement. It is in their memory that I do this work.