For the past few days, my neighborhood has been in shock. Three reckless men, one as young as 19, robbed a local bank and took 3 hostages.
One, a mother, just going into draw out money, lost her life while being used as a human shield. Her 12-year old daughter watched from the car while Misty was first taken as a hostage.
Usually, I try to ignore the news. So much gets reported and twisted that I block it out lest the negativity overwhelm me. This was too close to home, and too destructive.
I had a couple come in to my work to eat. As they left, they left a beyond generous tip and asked in return to make it if possible, or to at least spread the word about a candlelight vigil for the deceased hostage. I was too moved by her desperation and community empathy to respond adequately. All I could do was spread the word.
There is something horrifying about reckless taking of innocent lives. Yes, there is a horror towards premeditated and war, but this is quite different. Random, sudden, and without regard for human life.
3 suspects raced through our neighborhood armed with assault rifles, riddling police vehicles with bullets as well as some local businesses.
I can’t quite adequately reflect on this. Only share.
But a penny for your thoughts. If you will. Even though loss happens all around us in many forms, we can all still stop to reflect.