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Ignore this at your own risk. Do not put your family in a small car. Yesterday, my wife was driving my son to school and an oncoming delivery truck crossed the center lane and hit her head on — the driver had a seizure was going 40 mph. I was on my way to work in a separate car and got an emergency notification from Apple the car was in an accident and it had automatically called police (great feature Apple). I called my wife — no answer. I felt sheer dread and sick to my stomach. I immediately turned around and headed towards the location Apple sent. The police were blocking the entire street — not a good sign. I eventually got up there and found my wife and son who were okay, considering. My wife has a broken wrist and is shaken up but otherwise okay. The officer told me if she were driving a smaller car it would’ve been fatal — we bought this Wagoneer a month ago… I am so thankful they are okay (and the other driver is too) and that we chose to buy a large vehicle. Please do not put your loved ones into a small car. In an accident the size and weight make all the difference. Instead of the worst day of our lives, we’re celebrating my son’s 2nd birthday today with chocolate cake.

The U.S. Government wants us to rememeber every school shooting except for this one. The Kent State massacre is a chilling reminder of how quickly power can turn deadly, highlighting why our right to bear arms is more than just words on paper. It's a promise meant to protect us from the unthinkable. Let's delve into this dark chapter of history: On a brisk May morning in 1970, the Kent State University campus transformed from a tranquil haven of learning into a chilling image of state violence. Students, armed with nothing but signs and voices, gathered to protest the escalation of the Vietnam War into Cambodia, a move seen as a gross amplification of an already divisive conflict. Their chants for peace and justice were met not with understanding or dialogue, but with the cold, unyielding might of the Ohio National Guard. Deployed under the guise of maintaining order, these armed forces faced off against unarmed students, the air thick with tension. Then, inexplicably, amidst the sea of protesters waving their banners of dissent, the crack of gunfire shattered the illusion of safety. In just 13 horrifying seconds, a barrage of bullets tore through the crowd, leaving the campus scarred by a tragedy that would echo through the ages. The students fell one by one—Jeffrey Miller, Allison Krause, William Schroeder, Sandra Scheuer—each a stark embodiment of the price paid when the instruments of war turn inward upon a nation’s youth. The images are haunting: a lifeless body crumpled on the pavement, a bloodied student whisked away in desperation, the piercing cry of a young woman kneeling over a fallen friend. In this dark chapter of American history, the authorities, entrusted with the protection of their citizens, instead became agents of fear and death. Their bullets did not just end lives; they shattered the notion of safety and trust that should be sacred in a society. The Kent State massacre stands as a harrowing testament to the perils of unchecked power, the fragility of liberty, and the urgent necessity of the rights enshrined in our Constitution to protect citizens from the very guardians turned executioners. When the scales of power tip, the cost is paid in human lives. The 2nd Amendment is about holding a shield against the tyranny that once turned a peaceful protest into a massacre. We honor their memory not through mere words but through a steadfast commitment to guarding the liberties for which they paid the ultimate price. Our resolve must be unyielding, our vigilance undying. For if we forget the lessons written in the blood of those students, we risk the pen of history repeating its most tragic strokes. Stand firm, not as aggressors, but as the vigilant guardians of a liberty too precious to relinquish. Remember Kent State as a stark reminder that the cost of freedom can be, and has been, paid in the currency of innocent lives.