The day after the most deadly gun-related massacre in America, I took my 15-year-old daughter out to shoot guns.
I’m a firm believer in refusing to be a victim, and this philosophy carries over to the way I’ve raised my children. We had planned to take a course together from a new instructor for a while. My daughter, 15, hadn’t ever shot a gun before our class. Since I lived a good part of my adult life in Canada, I’ve only been using guns a couple of years myself.
When we left the house, I had no idea that a man pledging his loyalty to the Islamic State had opened fire at a gay nightclub in Florida and murdered 50 people. With a gun.
If I had known, I might not have posted a photo on social media boasting of our outing.
But I definitely would have still taken my daughter shooting.
Because on Friday night, the very night before a man with a gun took lives in a horrific mass shooting, a woman with a gun was safer because of having it.