All day long we hear about victims and witnesses.   I see my friends talking about how they were talking to their children when it happened and heard them being killed, grandparents explaining to their grandchildren how to care for their bullet wound until someone arrives. I hear my friends on the phone explaining that they have found shelter in someone’s home but don’t have money to buy food – even their credit cards were stolen and maxed out by terrorists.  The stories are endless.  Here’s one: