In 2017, I was in the Fort Lauderdale airport mass shooting. I lost my luggage, wallet, and phone. I jumped from the jetway to the tarmac, then across all the runways, and then crawled under a fence to the freeway, terrified and in a state of shock. I got on a bus with no money. When I asked to use their phones to call my husband, no one, including the bus driver, would let me use theirs — even after I told them I was in the airport shooting. I had been volunteering for Moms Demand Action and the Washington Alliance for Gun Responsibility for years after my nephew Matt and goddaughter Kira took their lives by gun. I never thought of myself as a gun violence survivor, but all of that happened in less than 10 years. I now am also with the Everytown Survivors Network. Peacefully and thankfully.