A feeling that was overwhelming enough to lead me to head outside in the rain to get fresh air instead of continuing back into the food court to go shopping at Sport Chek. Had I not gone outside, I would’ve been in the midst of gunfire.'I walked around the outside of the mall. When I got back to the front, I saw a police car, an ambulance, and a fire truck. Numerous gaping holes, as if his skin was putty and someone stuck their finger in it. He was rushed into the ambulance and taken away.'More people joined the crowd at the scene and asked what happened. I was reminded that we don’t know when or where our time on Earth will end. 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. My mind keeps replaying what I saw over in my head. I wish I could shake this odd feeling from my chest. The same feeling that made me leave the Eaton Center.
I initially thought that maybe the street performer that was drumming there earlier had a heart attack or something. “There was a shooting in the food court,” kept being whispered through the crowd like a game of telephone. Gun crimes are fairly common where I grew up in Texas, but I never imagined I’d experience a violent crime first hand. Everyone else at the mall probably wanted the same thing. So often I have found myself taking it for granted.
Originally owned my Minnesota-based Hubbard Broadcasting Corp., WTOG solidified itself in the Tampa Bay market by being the area’s only independent television station.
know, Jonathan and Drew Scott are jacks of all trades who can hold their own while buying real estate, doing home improvements and hosting a television show. The brothers seem to be total overachievers who bought their first home at 18, operate their own production group and even appeared alongside a young Ryan Gosling on a Canadian teen drama!
Had I had sushi, I would’ve been in the same place where one of the victims was found.'My receipt shows my purchase was made at pm. It wasn’t the kind of funny you feel after spending money you know you shouldn’t have spent. I saw a young shirtless boy, writhing on a stretcher, with his face and head covered by the EMS as they rushed him by us to get him into an ambulance. The EMTs helping the boy weren’t yelling orders and no one was screaming like a night time medical drama. Who would go into a mall full of thousands of innocent people and open fire? It’s not like in the movies when you see someone shot and they’re bleeding continuously from the wound. After Saturday evening, I know I truly understand how blessed I am for each second I am given.'I feel like I am overreacting about what I experienced.