It was a normal day at work. People streamed into the parking lot as they had done every Friday. This morning was to be different. The normal sound of cars rumbling and people talking was replaced by five loud explosions as the gun repeatedly fired. People looked around in confusion and concern. This was a parking lot where even fights were a scarcity, much less gun violence. But that morning it had all changed. That morning a man died.
That morning a friend of mine stepped out of the car she had been riding in to work. This same woman had spent the past year riding to work with me, so I knew her well. The twenty minute ride to work allowed me a lot of time to know who she was as a person. But that day I learned something new.
