… and it’s still painful to see.
i remember where i was. what i was doing. who i was with. i remember grabbing my loved ones, a few of our things, and heading for the car to go where we would be safe.
there are droves of psychos out there. they cannot be reasoned with. they can’t be dissuaded.
we must live our lives, but we can’t live them with our heads in the sand or in the clouds. what a hard, painful lesson to learn.