A Redditor who was wounded in the horrific Theater 9 shooting last night in Colorado posted the photo above to Imgur. He also posted a photo of his bloody wound, but I’ll spare you that one. It’s here if you feel so inclined.
I think it’s safe to say that all of us here at UPROXX are struggling to wrap our heads around this this morning. Obviously, we’ve been excited about the release of this film — as evidence by the amount of coverage we’ve devoted to it — and I can’t help but wonder if any of our readers were in that theater last night. With that said, our thoughts are with anyone unfortunate enough to have been in that theater last night. It is a scene from a horror movie come to life.
One of the victims who’s been confirmed dead is Jennifer Redfield, a sports blogger for Busted Coverage, who narrowly escaped a mall shooting in Toronto earlier in the year. The last entry on her blog is her account of that day. She writes…
I was shown how fragile life was on Saturday. I saw the terror on bystanders’ faces. I saw the victims of a senseless crime. I saw lives change. I was reminded that we don’t know when or where our time on Earth will end. When or where we will breathe our last breath. For one man, it was in the middle of a busy food court on a Saturday evening.
I say all the time that every moment we have to live our life is a blessing. So often I have found myself taking it for granted. Every hug from a family member. Every laugh we share with friends. Even the times of solitude are all blessings. Every second of every day is a gift. After Saturday evening, I know I truly understand how blessed I am for each second I am given.
I feel like I am overreacting about what I experienced. But I can’t help but be thankful for whatever caused me to make the choices that I made that day. My mind keeps replaying what I saw over in my head. I hope the victims make a full recovery. I wish I could shake this odd feeling from my chest. The feeling that’s reminding me how blessed I am. The same feeling that made me leave the Eaton Center. The feeling that may have potentially saved my life.
Ugh. I can’t speak for everyone else here, but personally I’m numb. “Theater 9” is the new Columbine. It’s a sad day for America.