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One Voice, Whispered by Thousands, Has the Power to Create Change

Dear Shooters,

More than feeling disgust, you scare me. Am I going to be the next victim? Is my brother or my mother going to be in the wrong place, at the wrong time, and are you going to shoot them? The odds keep increasing that someone I know will be in a mass shooting, soon, and those odds are terrifying.

I don’t understand what killing people achieves for you? I don’t understand how you can sit in your home and plan out the details about how you will shoot to kill and not care (or understand?) that you’re taking lives. The lives of possible future friends, loved ones, or someone who could have cured the cancer discovered within you. I can’t comprehend the destruction and I don’t understand all the cop killings. How many people do you need to kill before you’re satisfied? What number will be enough? Why the mistrust of your brothers and sisters? Why the hate? Do you not care how your mother or father or friend would feel to see you on TV in a police chase? Or watch you be gunned down by the police because it’s either your life, or however many you’re able to shoot before you’re stopped? Do you not think about them and what they’re going to face after you’ve murdered multiple people and face either jail or purgatory. They are the ones that must quit their job and move out of their neighborhood because they are being blamed for your actions. They’re the ones that question every conversation and every punishment they administered and wonder if it’s something they did that caused your actions. If not for yourself, think of them.

Better yet, start with them. Have a conversation with your professors or coworkers or classmates and discuss your ideas of saving America. Of fixing what you consider wrong with the world. I can guarantee that there is someone out there that also dislikes what you find broken. Discuss. Find ways to change the process to make it better for everyone.

I implore you to lay down your weapons. Lay down your hate. Lay down your guns and pick up a different weapon. Find a way to fix what is broken inside of you or what you find broken in society. You’re upset and want things to change? Use your words. Use your friends. Use social media. Gather a crowd and share your ideas of how to fix what is broken. You bring a gun to the conversation and it speaks only hate. A gun results in death and sadness. A gun leaves the legacy of ‘madman’, ‘psychopath’, or ‘insane’. Through positive actions and sharing various methods to create change, men and women throughout history have proven how to effect change through words and attracting a following of like-minded people. Aim higher. Delve deeper into yourself, and know that you have the power to make a difference if you only choose the proper way, a way that leaves a positive legacy.

SK

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