A lot of people have shared some pretty personal stories on this board, part of what makes it such a great place, figured I might as well post a brief message at least.
Was a pretty strange Friday, I was at work when my Mom started sending me messages about the shooting and that my nephew who goes to the high school was alright. He walked back into the school less than a minute before the shooter and was in the gym when they heard shots. His teacher told them to get in the locker room and hide but he and a group of others bolted out the back doors and got the hell out of there and went straight home.
My folks moved to La Loche in 1979 from the Saskatoon area when my Dad got work building houses, I started grade 1 that year and left town the year after I graduated. For some reason my folks and brother stayed, I head back to visit twice a year but recently only once a year due to being so busy.
That town might have a bad reputation but overall I would say that I like the people there. Not a lot of a-holes in that town, but a lot broken people who just can't get their #### together. I had a great childhood there, I would rip around the woods and down trails to the rivers and lakes on dirtbikes and quads. Did a lot of camping, hiking, fishing, canoeing, playing minor hockey, etc. Walked all over town visiting friends, working on our trucks, off-roading, drinking beer, good old fashioned small town stuff.
I feel terrible for those who lost family, I know most of them.There are mentally unstable people in every corner of our country, I guess it's our responsibility to identify and help anyone who is so troubled they would do something like this.
Oh, almost all of those native kids are badass hockey players. About 3 years ago while visiting during Christmas I brought my gear and went out to the local arena with my brother and joined a pickup game. There were guys with crap gear, everything mismatched and helmets that didn't fit but they had such great shots and were so damn good. They play with an edge too, it was fun as hell.
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