Ten Days
It has been ten days since the Pulse shootings on June 12th, 2016. Reactions have been as diverse as America. There have been peace rallies, filibusters and failed votes. Without any sense of irony many Baptists protested the funerals of people killed by the one twisted Muslim. Angels have spread their wings in protest and won.
Pixie Dust and magic wands will not erase the scars of the last ten days. Hearts are heavier because now they carry 49 other hearts which no longer beat, but let’s agree on one thing - the gunman didn’t kill Orlando.
Orlando is the home of orange groves and Beefy King, the American Pavillon and Parliament House, Publix, SeaWorld and Harry Potter. It’s a magical place and has the kingdom to prove it.
Orlando is home to spectacular irony. The best bars used to be on Church Street. You pass trailer parks on your way to visit castles. The highways are clogged with people crawling toward their dreams.
Orlando was, is and will always be one of the most generous places on Earth. That has not changed and never will because in the end 49 is always greater than 1.
