In a sterile white room in central Arizona, blood dropped down a bed and onto the floor.
There were simultaneous screams of woman and child.
A mother held a tiny pink body to her warm flesh and whispered “welcome to the world, the beautiful world.” A doctor cut a cord. A nervous father cried.
It was just before three AM on the east coast, the morning of June 12th, 2016.
In a colorful place with dim lights, blood dropped down arms and torsos and fell to the floor.
The whole country screamed with the mothers whose boys laid still.
A stranger held a man to his chest and begged him to not leave this world, to not close his eyes. A stranger gave blood. A stranger placed single flowers on empty windshields.
The new mother across the country cried and sang lullabies of compassion and wisdom into a tiny ear.
Evil swept through Orlando. Through screams and pain, we give birth to a resolve to let love persevere.