A friend passed away yesterday when he took his own life with a gun. We were reasonably good friends (but in different fraternities). He had briefly dated my sister, but they remained close friends and was in my apartment less than a week ago.
It was something that came out of nowhere, and after I dropped my sister off at their mutual best friends house, I came home and broke down. I felt guilt on many levels, for many different things. I felt guilty that I couldn't have done something. I felt guilty that I owned a gun. 2+2 was not equaling 4 if you get my drift; everything was out of whack.
Today I came back to the conclusion that a gun is a tool, and that this beautiful young man would have passed away regardless of what tool he used. A gun can be the tool in very tragic things, but it can also save the lives of good people. It can protect my family and I.
I wish I could have known him better, but he has certainly already had a big impact on me, and helped me realize how many insignificant things we sometimes fill our life with (cell phones, flat screens, etc. etc.).
Go home and hug your son and daughter and tell them you love them. Call your parents and do the same. Let everyone you love know it.
God Bless His Soul.
It was something that came out of nowhere, and after I dropped my sister off at their mutual best friends house, I came home and broke down. I felt guilt on many levels, for many different things. I felt guilty that I couldn't have done something. I felt guilty that I owned a gun. 2+2 was not equaling 4 if you get my drift; everything was out of whack.
Today I came back to the conclusion that a gun is a tool, and that this beautiful young man would have passed away regardless of what tool he used. A gun can be the tool in very tragic things, but it can also save the lives of good people. It can protect my family and I.
I wish I could have known him better, but he has certainly already had a big impact on me, and helped me realize how many insignificant things we sometimes fill our life with (cell phones, flat screens, etc. etc.).
Go home and hug your son and daughter and tell them you love them. Call your parents and do the same. Let everyone you love know it.
God Bless His Soul.