There are no words, nothing worthy enough to explain the horrendous mutiny and senseless destruction that depicts this night, this tragedy. So close to home, I didn't think I would be ale to say I have lived through the largest mass shooting in United State's history -- did anyone?

It was two o'clock in the morning -- I had just arrived home and decided to scroll through my Twitter feed one last time before bed. An old high school classmate posted something truly disturbing. It was a toxic message, in fact it was the opposite; this message was a cry out to those who needed help. He was offering anyone a ride involved in the shooting; a beacon of hope in such a dark time. My heart stopped, time stood still -- did he really just say shooting? I immediately Google the event and overflow of news articles flood the screen. Thoughts are running ramped, anxiety is high, and immediate concern is surrounding all of those people's safety. I wasn't there, I didn't hear the screams nor did I see valiant heroes tossing their bodies over their loved ones for safety.

However, I felt the pain . . .

As sad as it is to say, the capabilities of technology, social media, and video taping have led to wide spread exposure of this event. Every piece was captured -- pellets piercing through the night sky, innocent people collapsing along the sidewalk, and tears dripping from the loved ones who asked God why this happened? Franticness, mayhem, and true tragedy -- the people should be remembered not the shooter.

The victims that lost their lives and acted as human shields to protect their loved ones -- their valiance should live on. When history writes about this night, when media decides what is remembered about the Las Vegas shooting, it should be how people sacrificed and later came together in the midst of tragedy.

Most importantly, we should cherish, "Of how strangers helped strangers escape the sniper’s bullets. Of how concertgoers fell on others to shield them. Of how Nevada’s first responders quickly found the shooter and rescued hundreds. And of how Americans prayed and found unity as they mourned the dozens lost and sought to comfort the families. "

In events such as these, society is moved by the acts of compassion and sacrifice rather than the sinister emotions tied to the shooter. Rather than ensue hatred and rile up the community, it is crucial to remind others to cast their destructive emotions aside and focus on what truly matters -- supporting those who fell victim to the Las Vegas shooting during one of America's darkest times. We must remember Jack Beaton who shielded his wife from the sporadic gunfire or Rocio Guillen, who now will never be able to watch her newborn baby grow old. Expressing genuine empathy for the families of the victims, like good people we stand behind our own, united.

Within the following time, we must embrace this tragedy by allowing the negatively of the shooter to fall into the shadows as we commemorate the valiant heroes that fell tragically during the worst recorded shooting in U.S. history. May God bless all of the families affected by this tragedy, and may we stand together as we take on this challenge to bring our nation to higher moral standards.