Last week I had to take an Uber to the doctor’s, and I got into a conversation with the driver. He told me about when he was a FedEx driver, and got shot in the stomach. He has a license to carry and shot back, killing his assailant.

He wasn’t happy about it, said it still bothered him. He said he’d like to talk to some youth groups about gun violance.

We started talking about all the young kids who get shot down almost every day. “I know,” I said. “It’s why I want to move out of here. It’s just so sad, that every single day, another little kid gets killed.”

“I grew up in Brooklyn, and I never saw all the guns I do here,” he said, shaking his head.

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