I’m just fuming right now.
Let’s ask these questions:
1. Is it safe to go to the grocery store?
2. Is it safe to go to the bank?
3. Is it safe to go to the dry cleaners?
What about sitting on your front porch? Walking your dog? Mowing your lawn? Exercising at the gym?
The list is endless.
The only, and I mean ONLY common demoninator that would make any of these places unsafe is a person who is mentally unstable, carrying a loaded weapon with the sole purpose to kill someone or anyone.
I’ve had people on Facebook say, “Well, parents shouldn’t bring their three month old child to a midnight movie. If they didn’t, that poor baby wouldn’t have been killed. What selfish parents they are.”
Seriously? The only selfish person in this entire tragic scenario is the insane, psychopathic idiot who walked into the midnight showing of a movie, carrying three loaded weapons (which he bought legally), and started gunning after anything that moved.
It doesn’t matter what time of day it is. It doesn’t matter where you are. It doesn’t matter if you’re white, black, hispanic, or asian. You are a victim to a crazy person if you are within the vicinity of a crazy person with a weapon….or weapons.
Sometimes you can’t make sense of the tragedies that occur to perfectly innocent people.
Sometimes you can’t make sense of the horrific acts that someone who is mentally ill plans, designs and carries out.
But it happens. We don’t have answers to why this happens. Was this particular gunman on meds and stopped taking them? Did he just break up with his girlfriend and maybe thought she was in this particular movie theatre? Did he wake up that morning and just decide to create havoc on people who dressed in batman outfits?
No one knows. No one may ever know.
The bottom line is that the world is a crazy place. Fate and God decide when to take you; what time and where you’ll be the victim of a senseless act of violence, a sudden heart attack, or a long illness….whatever.
For those who die at the hands of someone with a loaded weapon (and it could be me one day….I have no clue), you can’t stop living your life. You can’t decide to live the rest of your days in a bomb shelter and have Pea Pod deliver your groceries. If you want to live like a recluse, then you’ll end up like Howard Hughes.
Do you want to end up with foot long finger nails and walking around naked in your bomb shelter because you start to think that your clothes are poisonous?
If that’s the case, you’ll start to notice (or maybe not), that you are looking oddly enough like a crazy person. I hope you don’t have a license to carry a weapon.
LIVE YOUR LIFE! DON’T LET CRAZY PEOPLE RUN YOUR LIFE FOR YOU!