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I am from an area where owning a gun is common. People there aren’t necessarily obsessed with guns, but owning them is normal, even expected. My dad owns guns and is by my standards an extremely responsible gun owner. It was the quintessential “God, guns, and freedom” type of culture and I fit right in until I didn’t. I had always been staunchly pro–Second Amendment, always asserting guns were not the problem; the problem was an abundance of evil in the world and a severe lack of available mental health care. And yet there I found myself, pro-gun opinions and all, a victim of gun violence. 

A student decided to walk into his school with a gun, where he shot me, the new receptionist . . .