OK, some of the comments on yesterday’s post got me thinking about gun control.
Am I for gun control? You betcha! (Now, who does that surprise?)
And the story I’m about to share with you is part of what solidified my support for strict gun control. It’s a fairly short story.
When I was in college, my roommates and I were all very good friends, but one roommate in particular was a couple of years younger than me. She had lots of friends from high school that I had never met. One of them was Cheryl (not her real name). Cheryl was about 19 when this occurred.
Cheryl’s aunt was released from a mental institution.
Four days later, she was allowed to purchase a gun.
She went to Cheryl’s house.
She shot Cheryl.
And Cheryl died.
End of story.
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