How I’m Going to Talk About the Vegas Shooting

Jason Aldean was wrapping up his set at the Vegas weekend show when the shots rang out. From the 32nd floor of the hotel across the street, a deranged sniper was raining down automatic fire on the concert goers. When the shooting was over, 58 people and the shooter were dead.

And no one knows why. Investigators can’t find a note, anything on a website, or anything from his past that can be pointed to as the thing that set him off. Even if we did find it, I’m not sure it would help. One of the things that makes senseless acts of violence so hard to understand is they are, well, senseless.

Now, we’re left with the aftermath. What do we say? How do we talk about this? Do we talk about how we always have to be on guard and know our surroundings? Do we talk about how there are bad people in the world, and we have to always be wary of those people around us?

Perhaps. I guess we’ll always have to teach our children not to trust strangers.

But that’s not how I choose to tell this story.

Sonny Melton was, for all we can tell, a good old Tennessee boy. He had grown up in a small town and loved his family and his friends. He had just gotten married last year and was in Vegas with his new bride. Then, he heard the shots. He saw people falling around him, wounded and dead. In that moment, he realized his wife was in danger, and he put his body between her and the bullets as they tried to get out. He was killed. She lived. Sonny died protecting his wife.

Sonny is a hero, and that’s the story I’ll tell. I’ll tell the story that in the moment that all hell broke loose, Sonny made the choice that his wife’s life was more important than his, and he did what every hero does. He stood up and took the lead. I’ll tell the story about Sonny and countless others who stopped and treated wounded strangers and the doctors and nurses who worked around the clock treating the victims as they were brought into the hospital. I’m going to talk about security guards who, even when they realized they were being targeted first, made sure people found their way to safety.

I’m going to tell the stories about people who, when the worst moment of their lives happened, found it within themselves to be brave and compassionate. They found a way to be human in an inhuman moment.

That’s the story I’ll tell. I’ll tell it over and over again to the point that when I’m ever caught in the worst moment ever, I’ll know what to do. I’ll know how to be human.

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4 thoughts on “How I’m Going to Talk About the Vegas Shooting

  1. Great points. I was in Las Vegas when this tragic event took place and I have never seen as many people willing to donate blood. This sight was truly amazing as good people were doing everything with in their power to help. So Mike I saw many of those good people.
    Willie Proctor

  2. Our fate in the Garden was to be granted free will. To each of us. To all of us. God grants us all free will. He won’t grant free will to me and deny it to you. A person had free will in Las Vegas. Satan turned that free will to evil purpose. Satan is 55-gallons-distilled -to-a-single-drop evil. We may never know why someone would choose to create such destruction, havoc, and sorrow. The thing we CAN know is that there is a loving God w ho loves us one and all who will help up understand the purpose in all this grief if we will but let Him. And He, having revealed it to us, commands us to tell others. My heart hurts so much for any and all affected by this tragedy. My prayer is for us to understand the purpose in it, get our hands around it and lift it up to glorify His name