Turn on the news today and you real probably see where someone has been shot and murdered. I am willing to say our senses have been desensitized to that fact. From teenagers, to older adults, if you get mad at someone, you do not meet them after school for a fight, or fist fight anymore. Nowadays, you go get your weapon, or, pull it out of your pocket, and shoot them dead where they stand.
Since the mass shooting at Columbine School back in the 90s, school shootings are becoming more and more the norm in news today. The only reason we have not become desensitized to them are because of our children being murdered. Would you be prepared for a mass shooting, if you were present, or worse, part of one? Would you know what to do, or have a Survival Gunshot Kit at the ready?
I want to tell you two stories. These stories are about two mothers and their reactions.
Story # 1
In this story, it is a beautiful, sunny, summer day. You know the kind that has the puffy cotton ball clouds, that float lazily across the sky. The birds are chirping and flying quickly to the ground and finding some small token of food to feed their babies before they learn to fly. Mama is listening to the Eagles track in the CD player in the car and the music is blaring away. She is thinking when she picks up the girls from their golf tournament, she will surprise them with a quick trip to the mall to get some ice cream. Then, they can all go home to relax before supper.
Across town was a 26-year old man, you know the kind. Fred was basically looked down upon, a loner, someone who was bullied in school, and the bulling did not stop there. He had worked in the Mall of Memphis for about a year as a custodian. While working during the day shift, some teenagers had caught him in the bathroom one day, and started picking on him. One of them took his mop and hit him across his head with it. Without thinking, he arose from the floor, laying the teenager out. Of course, he was dismissed immediately, from the Mall of Memphis, was charged with assaulting a minor, spent the night in jail, being harassed even more. He made bail and went home the next morning. As he sat at home and thought about the last 24 hours, he became angrier and angrier. He finally decided, enough was enough, he could not go through life like this anymore. He grabbed his Glock 45, AR 15, and plenty of ammo, stopped by a gun store, bought a half dozen mags for each of them, and drove to the Mall of Memphis parking lot.
The children are all giddy because they had all placed in the finals, for the next day’s final golf tournament. If they win tomorrow, they could come home with a trophy. Mom thought back, to the time the coach thought they were not old enough to play. Boy, did she go after that coach! She told that coach right quick she would put her girls up against the best of his players and if they did not hold their own, nothing else would be said. It turned out that the youngest daughter, Aubrey, was better than their best, and Marsha was as good as the rest of the team. That coach bowed and asked her if he could buy her ice cream, and we have been friends ever since.
Fred gets out of his car at the employees’ entrance and puts on a black trench coat. He walks to the trunk of his car, pops the trunk, loads his pockets with all the magazines for both his weapons, checks his Glock, then puts his AR 15 under his coat and heads for the employee entrance.
Marsha, the oldest of the girls, wanted to know if it would be OK if her boyfriend met her at the mall, and mom saw no reason to say no. After all, she was a chaperon and would keep a watch on things. They were pulling into the front parking area of the mall and mom was explaining to the girls, that if they got separated, they would meet at the food court on the first floor. She made sure their phones were charged and told them to behave like ladies.
They entered the mall entrance on the second floor, and the girls wanted to go to the golf store on the other end of the store, on the first floor. Mom said OK, she was going to the book store on the second floor, just a couple of stores down from there. They would meet back at the food court.
Mom was absorbed in a book she was considering buying when she thought someone was setting off fireworks. She thought that was an odd thing to be doing, on the inside of the mall, with all the security they had. Bang, bang bang! There it was again, so she put her book down and stepped outside to the rail, to see if security was going to do anything about the kids shooting off fireworks. After all, someone could get hurt, or worse, they may start a fire!
After Fred made entry into the building, the first person he came in contact with, was Sally and her friend. They always seemed to treat him OK, so he just walked on past them. Sally looked back over her shoulder, asking her friend; “Was it not odd seeing Fred in that black trench coat?” Fred did not notice because he was on a mission. His first stop was the break room where he found several people. Pulling his Glock, he opened fire, killing them all. He then proceeded out the door and down the hall into the mall corridor. Now, he holstered his Glock and pulled his AR 15, and began systematically shooting anyone he saw. Man, woman, child, or employee, it made no difference to him. No one would bully him today, no one!!
Mom was looking downstairs and now began to get an uneasy feeling in her gut. People began to run toward the front door. She thought about Marsha and Aubrey, realizing the fireworks were not fireworks, it must be gunfire, and they were coming from the same direction as the gunman. Mom started running toward the gunfire, while on the second level, to see if she could see the girls. All the time hoping the girls had not been shot.
Two of the security officers on duty that day had met and began heading toward the gunfire as a team. As the people were running past them they began to trickle until there were none, and then they saw Fred. He was approaching them, but, he had not noticed them yet. Fred was still looking for someone to shoot when the officers told him to put his weapon down. When he turned it toward them, they both opened fire and shot Fred until he fell. They approached him carefully, kicking the rifle away, one kneeling with recognition, asking why. He said, “I was the bully today.”
Mom ran to the lower deck looking for her daughters. There were people lying around either dead or dying, and she was moving closer toward the food court when she found them. Marsha had a wound in her thigh and Aubrey had a wound in her arm that had broken it. They were both going into shock from the pain and the blood loss. As much as Mom wanted to do something, she could do nothing, she was not prepared, for such a disaster as this. Mom lost both of her children before the rescue personnel could help them. They had died from blood loss and hypothermia.
In story # 2 everything is exactly the same, except the last paragraph. The last paragraph has a different outcome because Mom had thought about today’s headlines and everyday life. In other words, she was better prepared.
Mom ran back to the car, then ran back into the mall with her Survival Gunshot Kit. She started looking for her daughters and when she found them she was relieved they were both alive. Marsha had a wound in her thigh and Aubrey had a wound in her arm that had broken it. Mom opened her bag and began stuffing the front and back of the wound with a clotting gauge, she then used several 4x4s and wrapped them with some 4in. gauge, making a pressure bandage. Using her arm splint for Aubrey, she finished it off with a triangle bandage for support. Wrapping them both in a Mylar blanket treated them for shock, and kept them from going into hypothermia. Afterward, she went to see if she could help anyone else, if not for anything but to hand out Mylar blankets.
Just recently, we all watched on TV the mass shooting at Uvalde Texas. Since the Columbine school shootings, it seems like school shootings have become the norm. Mass shootings happen just the same. They happen all over the United States every single day, We have become desensitized to them unless they shoot our children.
I am not talking about the right or wrong about weapons. I am simply asking you this. Which Mom or Dad, Grandma, or Granddad would you like to be, if the children in this story were yours? If you think you would like to be the second, there are 2 links at the bottom of this page you need to click on.
Until next time folks, I do hope your days are awesome and full. Do not forget all comments or experiences, or if you want any more information about this, let me know, and we can do that in a more private setting. Until next time my wish is that may God keep you and bless you and your family.
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