Stood in front of the impromptu installation "Reaching Across the Aisle" that students had put up.
Just 17 chairs with the names and ages of the Parkland students on them...
(the two in front are for the parents in the CMU shooting from two weeks ago).
I walked through and began to cry--I was part of a chorus.
They could have been my students someday.
They could be my kids any day.