My husband and friends and myself were at the Route 91 music festival, October 1, 2017. That night we weren’t physically injured, but the mental and emotional scars are still quite vivid. Since that night I have realized many things about life, many different views and opinions. I’ve learned to not judge someone’s situation that I’ve not experienced myself. With so many shootings since, and no change, it feels helpless, as though nothing has changed. My outlook on life though is better: I’m more outspoken, yet more understanding. Mortality is real.