I Wasn't Shot Today

I wasn’t shot today.

I made it through another 24 hours.

I couldn’t find a sitter, so I didn’t make it to the bowling alley.

I was late going to the parade.

I went to this grocery store instead of that one.

I missed school that time law enforcement didn’t come to the rescue.

I skipped my appointment the day that patient shot his doctor.

That cop, he didn’t use me for his anger management target practice.

I didn’t attend the potluck dinner.

I didn’t go to the synagogue that day.

I wasn’t serving my country at Ft. Hood that time.

I didn’t join my friends for the concert in Vegas.

I wasn’t at that Walmart.

I wasn’t at the movie theater, I wasn’t dancing with friends at Pulse, I wasn’t finishing up a long shift at the spa.

I wasn’t at Chapel Hill, UC Santa Barbara or Virginia Tech those times.

Whew.

I survived another day in the U.S.

To see my nephews grow up.

Some angry young man didn’t choose to walk into my orbit, ending my dreams, today.

But he could have. And he just might.

But today, I am grateful.

It was a good day.

I wasn’t shot and killed in America… today.

Originally published on Medium.com.