Bang

This morning I opened a news website and saw something about the SIU being called to the scene of a shooting in Scarborough.  A man was shot by police and a woman in her 30s had stab wounds to the neck.

Whenever I see car accidents and crimes in that area, it gives me chills.  I can't help but worry that one day it will involve someone I know and care about.

I clicked on the link and skimmed through.  I saw a street that I didn't want to see.  

That street is very short.  Three pairs of interconnected condo buildings and some townhouses make up the entire street.  The article didn't mention which specific building this incident affected.

I searched for more news and found a different article.  This one had the number, and it made me cringe.  One of six, and this was it.

The incident occurred on the 8th floor, and the wounded women in the picture appeared to be Caucasian.

Phew.

This was way too close.  I really hope that you weren't around at the time of the incident.

Once again, I'm reminded that I don't have any privileges anymore.  I can't call to make sure you're alright.  I can't even tell you to be careful.  I can't do anything.  And that kills me.

If, God forbid, anything ever did happen, I would never know.  We have no mutual friends and hardly anyone even knows that we know/knew each other, let alone anything else.  I know that some of your friends know about me, and some of my friends know about you, but there is no connection whatsoever.  Perhaps there is one person that we both "know" that knows something about us, but neither of us has ever met her.  And all of this makes me feel very heavy.

Stay safe, my dear friend.
I never want to see anything happen to you.

God bless.