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I Lost My Breath And Then Fate Stepped In

Fate is a fickle bitch. It usually shows up at the most inopportune time and when least expected. The fickle part is that Fate can be good or it can be bad, and then sometimes it turns out to be a really bad thing. Last night, October the first, it was really bad. Really, really bad.

I think every parent's worst nightmare is to receive a distressing phone call about their child. What's worse is to receive a frantic call from your child during a traumatic event and then realizing that there is nothing you can do to help them. Their life in in the hands of fate. Your flesh and blood is hundreds of miles away, desperately calling you, maybe for the last time, and you can do nothing. You hear screaming in the background and is that gunshots you are hearing!? The phone call is over too fast, you need answers, your mind screams for clarity, but all you can do is sit and wait. It is a feeling that I wish upon no one on this earth. It's like your breath is taken away. Last night, October the first, I lost my breath and then fate stepped in.

As the world now knows, on October first in Las Vegas Nevada, the worst mass shooting incident in the history of the United States happened at a Country Music concert. The very same concert that our son and his girlfriend were attending. That phone call came way before any mainstream media news of the incident and we were desperate for information. Facebook was our friend, twitter was raw but informative, and a live audio feed of the Las Vegas Metropolitan Police kept us on edge but updated. As this horrific event unfolded before us we couldn't help but wonder what our son and his girlfriend were experiencing. Finally a phone call! Our son and his girlfriend are safe and managed to make it back to their hotel room, but this nightmare was not over yet. The waiting game is cruel. It can play games in your mind. The walls seem to be closing in around you and you can't help but think of "what if" scenarios. Minutes go by but they seem like hours. Your mind is betraying you as you desperately cling to faith. We knew they were sheltered in their hotel room but as the night wore on and all the active shooter reports were (falsely) pouring in, you couldn't help but wonder if they were really safe. The very same information sources that we took some sort of comfort in before were now disseminating information at a rabid rate, some of which we now know was false. You take a big gulp of air as fate has once again stepped into the situation.

We now know that fate was on our son's side last night, which really does nothing to ease the pain and trauma of witnessing death and mayhem all around you, let alone the pain that others must be feeling that actually lost a loved one. For them fate was unusually cruel. Fate can also make survivors question themselves and the situation. Why did this happen? Why did the person just a few feet next to me die? What if I was standing there? Why did this happen? Wait, I think I was standing in that spot earlier! Maybe I could have helped more people. Am I a bad person for running away? Why did this happen? Why? Why?

There is a ton more questions that need answers and hopefully we will all get the answers we are seeking. Although answers will not ease anyone's pain, they may provide closure for some and relief for others. In my opinion this incident is still too fresh to jump to any conclusions. The only thing definite is all the lives that were forever changed, some would say because fate stepped in.


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I Lost My Breath And Then Fate Stepped In


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