As a writer, my mind wants to re-write the story. I want to get there before the shooter and stop him just in time. In my universe, those twenty children go home to eat dinner with their families, they still get to bug their parents for the toy they want for Christmas... Twenty children... Twenty lives left unfulfilled. Twenty children that will never know what it's like to have a girlfriend or get their first paycheck, or plan a wedding. Truly innocent victims of a mindless killer. My heart grieves for the families... My prayers are with them... How I wish my pen could re-write this... ~ J. J.