Last night on my way home from work, listening the “Daily Wrap” from the Wall Street Journal, I heard of this blog post by a young woman who was killed in the Aurora, CO mass shooting at the theater. I was touched by her thoughts of being so ‘close” to being a victim less than a month ago at an Eaton Center shooting. How precious every breath is and how valuable each and every person is.
Missed in June and gone from this life in July.
A co-worker yesterday shared a text with her best friend on Thursday – His words not verbatim… I’ll be back to Phoenix – it’s not like I’m going to die any time soon and within 6 hours of sending her that text, he was dead – killed in a motorcycle accident.
Life indeed is precious and taking every day and every breath as a gift with a purpose is what is all important.
I can’t get this odd feeling out of my chest. This empty, almost sickening feeling won’t go away. I noticed this feeling when I was in the Eaton Center in Toronto just seconds before someone opened fire in the food court. An odd feeling which led me to go outside and unknowingly out of harm‘s way. It’s hard for me to wrap my mind around how a weird feeling saved me from being in the middle of a deadly shooting.
What started off as a trip to the mall to get sushi and shop, ended up as a day that has forever changed my life. I was on a mission to eat sushi that day, and when I’m on a mission, nothing will deter me. When I arrived at the Eaton Center mall, I walked down to the food court and spotted a sushi restaurant. Instead of walking in, sitting…
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