The text read, “Mom, don’t worry. I’m in a safe place.”
I hadn’t been worried at all. In fact, it was 11 pm, and I was getting ready for bed. Until I received that text. What could be happening? We lived on the other side of the world, eight time zones away from my son at university back in Texas.
A quick Google search revealed that a gunman had killed one person and was walking towards my son’s school. In broad daylight. As you can imagine, sleep eluded me, and in a quick volley of texts, I learned that my son had been at work and was now safely locked in a basement shelter. [Read more…]