Steve Ivy
Steve Ivy
Oct 3, 2017 · 1 min read

Another mass shooting, this time in Las Vegas.

Each time, I’m warily grieved but I don’t let it in very deep. These things are awful, and I’ve literally been there, but when my thoughts drift there I sweep them away to somewhere else. I don’t want to spend time on the past, but this time the scale of the senseless death and destruction caught me off guard. My processing of these incidents has to be filtered though my own history.

I hesitatingly Googled “Atlantic Shores Christian School shooting” and scanned the top hits. Once or twice before I’ve looked to see what has been written about that December day in 1988, and haven’t seen much new. Today there was a follow up story done by a local Virginia Beach station — WAVY 10 — and I clicked through to YouTube to watch it.

For the first time in probably 10 years I saw that mobile classroom, desks turned over, papers strewn from one end to the other. I could see the exact spot where I and a dozen other students huddled on the floor, wondering if it was my last day.

I can’t and don’t compare my experience to the terror that the crowd in Las Vegas went through last night (or Sandy Hook, or Virginia Tech, or…). But revisiting my own place of fear gives me a small window into which to understand theirs.

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