From Orlando


United States

Can you imagine going out with friends one minute, but then planning a funeral the next?

Can you imagine a mother, sitting at home, getting a call, telling her that her child was shot? 

Can you imagine, getting a call from your brother, but only hear the sounds of shots and screams?

Now imagine someone who experienced that, in one night. 

Those who are buried, and those who lived. 

Their families all have lost someone.

But we must grow from this.

This act of hate will not stop us. 

We teach hate, more so than we teach love and acceptance. 

We must not forget this tragedy

For we were told this quote from  George Santayana so many times before

"Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it."


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