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I cried for a week after the tragedy at TVUUC, although I had never attended service there nor was I close with any of its members. I was already in a depression anyway. I saw myself in Adkisson. I'll not shoot up a church let alone a liberal church, but I'm sad about my advancing age and inability to support my family. Mine is a special case in that seven years ago it fell to me to raise my son alone. He was 7, I was 47. We are totally alone, no baby mama, no grandmothers or aunts, uncles, cousins. It falls on me to keep a roof over his head and milk in the fridge. Lately, that's been difficult. I was laid off work last year and have struggled since. I know how it feels to get met with closed doors wherever you turn. No, you've used up this, and no you're not qualified for that, and no we have nothing for you. I'm supposed to be the stable, responsible parent. I've kept him safe for 7 years and now I can't. You have to be a single parent or maybe a Mother to know what that kind of responsibility feels like. So, in that way the kook hatemonger rang a bell for me. We're still in trouble; we could use some help. I felt drawn to the TVUUC for some comfort. When the crying stops, I would rather be dead than homeless in our society.
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