I joined Moms Demand Action after the Uvalde shooting. I have a three-year-old daughter. That seemed enough reason.
Today, July 5, on our way home from her grandparents’ home (a six-hour drive), we stopped at a very small gas station in a very small town, when she woke from a nap and needed comforting. As I was reaching to unbuckle her seat belt, I heard loud pops from close by. I knelt by the car door, covering her face with my hands, as the sounds continued. I reached for my phone at one point, but then the popping restarted, and I froze. Later, bystanders and I confirmed that no one had been hurt. According to Google Maps, the whole thing took five minutes. Couldn’t have told you.
Does this count as being a “survivor?” I don’t know. We surely weren’t targets. But it was terrifying.