No matter how many times you hear about mass shootings and different tragedies on the news from around the country and the globe, you never really think it would happen in your hometown.
Two years after the event, I can still tell you exactly what I was doing and how I felt when I heard the news about the shooting going in Las Vegas, Nevada at the 2017 Route 91 Harvest Music Festival.
I was sitting on my couch at my house in Crete talking with some friends when one of my older brother’s best friends called me asking if I had heard from my brother recently.
I hadn’t and was confused about why he was calling me of all people since he knew I was away for college.
He informed me about the active shooter at the country music festival and my heart immediately sunk - my brother and I love country music, so I knew there was a high chance he would be at the event.
After about two hours of calling friends and family to see if everyone was okay and if they had heard from Nishant yet, he finally responded to us letting know he was okay.
He had tickets to the event but ended up not going because he had decided to go on a date somewhere else for that night.
There was an overwhelming joy knowing that all my family was okay, but I still knew several friends were there and was just hoping and praying they would be okay.
I spent all night on different news websites and Twitter to stay up to date with the situation.
I talked with a friend from high school who is attending the University of Nebraska - Lincoln to make sure she was okay and see if she needed anything since her father was an emergency responder at the event that night.
There was no way to sleep that night until everything was over and the next day just felt like a daze.
Nothing felt real, all the conversations and people asking questions were just a blur while my mind raced about how it could possibly happen.
It was all over the news around the country, and I’m sure around the world, but after a couple of weeks it felt like no one here even knew what happened - like it was a distant memory and no one really cared anymore because it was “old news”.
Meanwhile, for every Las Vegas resident or person who calls that beautiful city home, or even visitors in the months before and after the event, it left a chill in their hearts and minds.
Now, two years after what is still the most deadly mass shooting on American soil, it seems as if the only people who remember are those from the area or lost a loved one in the event.
The sad part about this is that I know this is how it is with most tragedies.
The country and world rally behind those affected for a few days, maybe weeks or even a month or two if it is really bad, but then go on with life like nothing ever happened.
I don’t know if it’s because they happen so often that we have become desensitized to these things because of how common they are, or if we as a society really just don’t care about others.
Either way, it is terribly sad.
I’m not saying we should live our lives mourning these events, but the least we could do is try and enact change.
We as a collective society need to realize that enough is enough and fight for change.
We are really good about it for a short period after these tragedies, but every single time it weakens over time and people overall just forget or give up.
We, not just as Americans, but as human beings have got to do better for our future generations to not suffer the same way we have been.