As we all sit in this room we have a moment that is almost as scary as the thought. That someone is going to come in here and kill us. After seeing everyone on their cell phones my thoughts are, “You know this is really a inappropriate time to be checking in on Facebook or Twitter”.
Because if you are checking in then you are also possibly telling the gunman where we are. We have no idea who the gunman is after or if anyone. The last thing we need though is someone telling a gunman anything.
And as these thoughts travel at lightning speed through my head. I am at the point where I feel like my best choice of action is to go look for the gunman. And take him out before he can get anyone else.
All of a sudden counter on the right of the room collapses with four ladies on it. There is a very real concern that someone in the room is hurt or that now there will a smell of fecal or urine in the room from at least 10 other people.
These moments are gathering steam and falling with the clarity of fog. Each click of the clock is agonizing. Every sound is amplified to the point of deafening. The tension is so large that about 45 minutes into the gunman on campus event someone finally breaks down.
Sadly it was my buddy to the left of me. I call her buddy even though I do not know her name or have even spoken to her again I will never forget her.
She starts by shaking and quietly as humanly possible starts to cry. Before I can react to her another wonderful woman steps up and starts to console her and comfort her. By just soothingly speaking to her. Making sure she is here. And understands she is not alone in her concern, but we are together.
I am sitting there wondering if anyone will miss me besides Calyspo until she realizes other people have thumbs and can open food for her.
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Read more in this series by Brian Cordoza, here.
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