An Early Friday Morning in Aurora
Almost twelve months have passed since the carnage in Aurora, Colorado. For many people other events and tragedies have flooded their media screens, and memories are fast fading unless you were connected to the senseless violence which plagues this planet traversing the cosmos.
For the victims’ families and friends those events of that early Friday morning are still painful. The survivors of the attack still carry physical and emotional scars.
Sometimes, it seems that life takes unexpected twists and turns on a person’s road. So it was for Jessica Redfield (Ghawi), a young woman in pursuit of her sports career.
In her blog on June 5, 2012 she wrote about her experience at Eaton Center in Toronto where a shooting occurred while she was there. As we read her words, we sense the emotions of an event where memories and reality coalesce into stark moments of life’s fragility when someone decides to intrude into a peaceful setting and end the tranquility with a gun or knife or home-made bomb.
“I was shown how fragile life was on Saturday. I saw the terror on bystanders’ faces. I saw the victims of a senseless crime. I saw lives change. I was reminded that we don’t know when or where our time on Earth will end. When or where we will breathe our last breath. For one man, it was in the middle of a busy food court on a Saturday evening.
I say all the time that every moment we have to live our life is a blessing. So often I have found myself taking it for granted. Every hug from a family member. Every laugh we share with friends. Even the times of solitude are all blessings. Every second of every day is a gift. After Saturday evening, I know I truly understand how blessed I am for each second I am given.
I feel like I am overreacting about what I experienced. But I can’t help but be thankful for whatever caused me to make the choices that I made that day. My mind keeps replaying what I saw over in my head. I hope the victims make a full recovery. I wish I could shake this odd feeling from my chest. The feeling that’s reminding me how blessed I am. The same feeling that made me leave the Eaton Center. The feeling that may have potentially saved my life.”
The entry above was Jessica’s last post on her blog. On July 20th 2012 Jessica’s young life ended when someone once again decided to interrupt a peaceful moment at a midnight showing of the Dark Knight at a theatre on a very early Friday morning. She was one of twelve people killed.
I believe Jessica’s sentiments are true for whatever tragic event befalls you on the road of life. We never know when life, which is so precious, will end for us or those dear to us.
Embrace your gift of life. Count your blessings. Keep your family close and be a true friend and neighbor.
G. D. Williams © 2013
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