Yesterday was an ordinary Friday evening. I worked until 10:30pm and got home around 11pm. I was at the express line when a customer and I got to talking. After purchasing his broccoli cheddar soup and water, he mentioned, “it’s a shame what happened last night on Broadway and Wilson.” He went on to explain there had been a shooting inside the Starbucks on the corner. A drug deal had gone bad and a 28-year-old man was killed and two others were wounded, including a 12-year-old boy.
I stood there in wonder. I pass by that Starbucks everyday on my commute to work. I had sat in there with friends a few months prior. It’s about a 15 minute walk from my apartment. “Chicago shooting” newspaper headlines and nightly broadcasts are in my neighborhood. It sounds a little bit different when you’re walking to a friends place and hear gunshots and keep walking because it’s no big deal. This is just life.
I stood there almost frozen after the man told me about this Thursday night incident in my own neighborhood.
I passed by that Starbucks today on my way to and from work. And at Broadway & Wilson, as they rain poured down, dozens of people were sitting staring out the window drinking their pumpkin spice lattes and americanos in their new Christmas 2017 cups. Had they known what happened 12 hours ago just feet away from them? Maybe so. But life seems to keep moving.