It took three minutes.Three minutes for 17 lives to be lost.Seventeen last “I love yous” to their families. One gun, one shooter, 17 lives.Think about it. What could you do in three minutes? Maybe start a load of laundry, wipe down the counter, have a quick chat with a friend, pet your dog.Those 17 people will never get another chat with a friend, another time to carry their laundry basket to the washer, another “I love you” to their families.They won’t get anything else, because their lives ended too soon.It’s a cycle that keeps repeating, with a growing body count.My whole life has been seen through a fog, one death after another.