A Castle filled with sadness

Danger comes in many forms:

Jackson County sheriffs said that Hannah Kathryn Frey entered her uncle's home before the 24-year-old was shot. Police said 49-year-old James Dennis Eller called 911 after the shooting. Authorities said in a statement that Eller believed someone was breaking into his home in Whittier early Friday morning.

I went through quite a bit of self-examination on whether I should post this and why, but my desire that as many people as possible see and (hopefully) learn from this tragedy won out.



It breaks your heart to read a story like this. But I think it's important for people to understand how common gun accidents are. I feel awful for Mr. Eller. I don't know if he'd been burgled before and felt safer with a gun in the house, it's a completely understandable desire; however, since the NRA is doing everything they can to prevent studies from being done on the dangers of owning a gun, I think it's important for people to see these stories and do a little digging on their own and see what the studies that have been done do show about gun safety. Maybe then start asking why it's so hard to find recent data.


And since accidents are very rarely associated with crimes, which makes them less "sexy", they get left behind in the discussion about gun violence and public safety.

If there's one thing I would like readers to take away from this story, it's the knowledge that not all things that go bump in the night are monsters, and once that round has left the chamber, you can't put it back. I guess that's two things, but they're both worthy of remembering.

I never needed a gun to feel safe

Actually, the opposite is true: guns make me feel unsafe and creepy. There is something vile about an instrument whose only function is to kill. There is a lot to be said about the biblical "live by the sword, die by the sword." We invite certain events into our lives by our choices. How can anyone say they love their country if they are so terrified of its people that they will only meet them armed to the teeth?

And guns can't tell your loved ones from the scary monster under your bed.

Decades ago, I lived in Spring Lake outside of Fort Bragg. On my way home, I passed a modest home of a family who had two boys, 11 and 9 years old. I would see them playing in their yard or riding their bikes when I passed by with my kids, a toddler and an infant at the time.

One day there was an accident at that home. The boys had gotten hold of their daddy's shotgun. The younger boy pulled the trigger as his older brother looked up into the barrel. One kid dead, the other one having to live with this horrible memory for the rest of his life.

What a horrible waste!

Resistance is Fertile