On March 24, 2018, I marched for my life alongside approximately 800,000 other people in Washington D.C. who like me, have had enough of gun violence in America. It was on this day that I truly learned just how strong my voice could be. Along with the hundreds of thousands of other teenagers, I made my voice heard.
The fight for gun control had never reached such astronomical heights, and I couldn’t have been happier to be a part of it. I didn’t feel like my efforts were useless, as so many individuals in the media and in authoritative positions have stated. I knew that I was standing for something that could save the lives of thousands of Americans, and that hopefully one day they would not be affected by gun violence.
The feeling of being a part of something so monumental in history could never be justly described through words. I wish I could relive every moment, from getting hugged by strangers, to chanting right next to them. On that day it didn’t matter who you were or where you came from because we all were fighting for the same thing: our lives.
As a student from Newtown, Connecticut, I know first-hand how much gun violence can affect a community. It has been over 5 years since the Sandy Hook shooting in my town, and to be quite frank, I thought everyone else had forgotten about it. Mass shootings have become so frequent over those 5 years that in a way it seems like we as country became desensitized to their lasting effects.
However when I stood on Pennsylvania Avenue, shoulder to shoulder with fellow survivors, I realized that my town’s story was still being told. I watched two students from my high school, Tommy Murray and Jackson Mittleman, speak in front of the nation on behalf of Newtown.
It was then that a wave of emotions, some sad and some I couldn’t even describe, crashed into me. I cried, I smiled, I shouted, and I rejoiced in all of it.
For the first time in my life I truly felt as though I was a part of something bigger than myself, which I think is what we all strive to do in life. My admiration and applause goes out to the Parkland students, along with every other student in the nation that has pulled off an entire revolution within one month.
In years from now, that day will be written in textbooks, and our own grandchildren will read them knowing that they do not have to go to school fearing that there may be a shooter. I will say, however, that the fight for gun control is not over, it is just beginning. The March For Our Lives was an excellent precedent for what is to be our future, and we will not stop until we get there.
Also published on Medium.