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Some Thoughts on Last Night

On days like this, the pain can seem insurmountable.

I can't begin to fathom the trauma of going through not one, but two mass shootings before the age of 30. I can't imagine the amount of emotional fortitude it took for Vegas shooting survivors to go to the Borderline Grill last night—for them to ever go anywhere again after what they experienced at the Route 91 music festival—how hard they must have worked to try and live a normal life, to convince themselves that it wouldn't happen again. It was a statistical impossibility. Except it wasn't. And now these teenagers and young adults, whose only crime was liking country music, will carry this trauma with them for the rest of their lives—and those are the ones lucky enough to still have their lives. Thirteen were not so lucky.

The pain of last night's events is impossibly big, more than anyone should have to bear. And yet somehow, elsewhere in the world, there was greater pain.

Yesterday, the United Nations confirm…

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