On this day in 1963, my uncle was killed by an assassin’s bullet. I was in 3rd grade at the time. I was taken out of class and sent home. This day is forever seared into my heart and mind. I say this because anyone who’s impacted by gun violence or any other shocking death is traumatized by that day, by that experience, forever. You have to do deep trauma work to move on from the age that it happened. Work that involves your heart, your body, your small children self.
Go gently today, as millions of people are working through their trauma. Millions of people erupt from their trauma. Millions of people are still grieving things that happened years ago or decades ago. Millions are never the same again. Let’s help others by helping ourselves heal, and then may we each go out and help another. Our own pain guides us to our own healing, which heals the public good.
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