I woke up last Monday to a text message from my brother asking if I was all right and then he mentioned Las Vegas where I live. I had no idea what he was talking about so turned on the news.
Our big “small” town of Las Vegas had been hit with the largest mass shooting in US history – a distinction I don’t think anyone would want.
Throughout the day, phone calls and text messages poured in until I heard about the Facebook posting that allowed a person to mark if they were “safe” or not. Then the other phone calls arrived – the person who knew someone who was there or knew someone who was shot or they “almost” went to the concert.
There were so many questions and no answers and as the days have passed and law enforcement has tried to piece together what clues they have, they still aren’t any closer to the motive.
So what do we do? How do we deal with this, far too frequent, attack on our semblance of safety that seems to be ever eluding us? How can we defend against the undefendable?
I was reminded of when my husband was almost killed in front of me and the flashbacks wouldn’t let me sleep and how I eventually was diagnosed with PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) and I had to find a way back from the precipice. I was fortunate to have a great counselor and through time, was able to adapt to the changes that that occurrence made in me.
Adapting to change is not something we can ignore.
There are ways to deal with this when tears aren’t enough.
My prayer is that everyone associated with this tragic event, will find that person or persons that will help them – for it’s not just those who went through that horrific event, but the others who become fearful because of it.
So, hug someone, tell them you care about them, and remember that this moment is all we’re guaranteed – make the most of it.