As I sifted through the Aurora-related tweets this morning, I was filled with the expected outrage that any sane person would feel. As information trickled out of various news sources, it was all tragic … but nothing particularly different from the dozens of tragedies we’ve witnessed before.
That is until I came across a tweet about a victim named Jessica Ghawi (who wrote under the pen name “Jessica Redfield.”)
This young woman — an aspiring sportscaster who had recently moved from San Antonio to Denver — narrowly escaped a shooting last month in Canada. She wrote about her experience in a blog piece that I discovered this morning, and I immediately rushed into Mark’s talk studio to show him what I’d found.
“I was shown how fragile life was on Saturday …
I was reminded that we don’t know when or where our time on Earth will end. When or where we will breathe our last breath. For one man, it was in the middle of a busy food court on a Saturday evening. I say all the time that every moment we have to live our life is a blessing. So often I have found myself taking it for granted. Every hug from a family member. Every laugh we share with friends. Even the times of solitude are all blessings. Every second of every day is a gift. After Saturday evening, I know I truly understand how blessed I am for each second I am given.”
We froze. How profound. What should we do with this?
It’s times like these that I appreciate this job the most. It’s the chance for us to tell a story that truly matters. Not the various details of a massacre or the dissection of the main stream media’s coverage, no … it’s the chance to put a face — in this case, a beautiful, spunky, inspiring face — on a story that, this morning, has profoundly affected us all.
Allover the world today, that face became Jessica Ghawi. Even in her death, I sure have enjoyed the opportunity to get to know her.