Before I begin this post - two caveats:
1) Trigger warning for the school shooting in Parkland
2) In NO WAY do my comments have anything to do with my employer, are not sanctioned by them, and are wholly my own.
We good? Good.
Bring on the onions.
The first home game after the shooting was on the 22nd - the boys had been on the road and it was probably harder on some of them than it was on us. I couldn’t imagine being that far away and knowing that this happened in the place you call home.
We reacted both publicly and privately. The private stuff is nobody’s business, but the public stuff says more than enough. I’m mostly posting these here so I don’t lose them, but I thought they were important enough to share. (If you don’t want to watch them, that’s OK. Make sure you go all the way to the end of this entry, though. I have a great survivor story to cheer you up.)
This is the video they showed before the game. I think everyone in the arena was crying. I know I was.
LOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUU! Eloquent and heartfelt, the starting goalie proves that there is more to life than the game.
Moeller’s speech This is beautiful… and watching the lights with the students’ names come on and go off was so much more powerful than mere words can portray.
Honouring MSD. We do what we can and sometimes it still doesn’t feel like enough.
Around the arena on game night. Staff wore SD t-shirts to show solidarity with the school and to remind people that this wasn’t about the Cats, but instead about our territory, our community.
MSD Hockey meets Lord Stanley... and Thorty proves that there really is a old players’ tale that you shouldn’t touch the Cup if you ever want to win it. He won two Cups - one with Bruins (!!!) - and is more than OK with touching it.
Finally, an uplifting tale:
One of the higher ups in event services has a son who goes to school at MSD. The boy texted his mother to let her know that there was a shooter in the school and that he was OK. He then passed his phone around so his classmates could contact their parents. When asked why he was the only one with a cell phone at the time, he shrugged. He then admitted they had an exam that period and even though they were supposed to turn the phones in before the exam, he had it on him because he was cheating.
This is possibly unrelated, but I think it’s the perfect ending to this post.
I love my job, and I’m proud of the NHL shield on my business card, but it’s moments like this that - despite the utter heartbreak that we were all experiencing - prove I made the right decision, even though I’ve doubted it from time to time. (And no. I didn’t say that in case this shows up in Google. I meant it. I mean it. I will probably always mean it, even if I move on from the team.)