I’ve been writing since 2013 about real-life challenges that shaped me into who I am today. Then life got busy—running a business, raising children—and my words fell silent for nearly five years. But with my son’s autism diagnosis, I came back to writing. It has always been my outlet, my therapy, the way I make sense of both heartbreak and hope.
Until now, I’ve never written about politics.
On September 10th, 2025, I was at work when I sat down for a break and saw the headline: Charlie Kirk shot at Utah University. At first, I couldn’t believe what I was reading. A friend messaged me saying, “There’s no way he’ll live.” Then I saw the video, and chills ran through my body.
I never met Charlie Kirk. He didn’t know me or my family. But I knew him through his words—his podcasts, his debates with college students. I admired his intelligence, his boldness, but most of all his faith. He believed his calling was to make a positive difference in the world, and he lived that calling boldly.
One of his statements has always stayed with me: “Just because you are offended, does not mean you are right.” That was Charlie—simple truth that cut through all the noise.
Since September 10th, I’ve unfollowed and unfriended more people than ever before. I cannot understand how any decent human being could celebrate the death of another. This is bigger than political parties. This is about humanity itself. It’s about whether we will allow violence to silence belief.
Isn’t this what we teach our children? To stand for what is right and what they believe in—even if they stand alone?
Charlie’s death has created a ripple effect. People are giving their lives to Christ. Even his rivals have spoken out, calling this tragedy unacceptable. It shouldn’t take loss to wake us up, but sometimes it does. His death is a reminder: every day is a gift, every choice matters, and our freedoms are fragile if we don’t defend them.
Like Charlie, I believe in the 2nd Amendment. Recently, I was in a situation where I had to pull my firearm. If I hadn’t had access to it, the outcome could have been very different. Our beliefs only mean something when we live them consistently, not halfway.
Even in my closest friendships, politics has never been a point of agreement. But disagreement has never meant disrespect. We can talk, listen, and walk away still loving one another. That’s what true freedom looks like.
The government wants us divided. They want us distracted, angry, and at war with each other. But we have to remember: the government works for us—we do not work for them.
If we want to build a better future for our children, the first step is to put God first again. I’m guilty of forgetting that at times, but I also know I would not have the strength to continue without Him.
I will always stand for what is right and what I believe in. Not halfway. Not in silence. But fully and faithfully—for my children, for yours, and for generations yet to come.
May God guide us, strengthen us, and remind us of what truly matters. Until tomorrow—rest well and keep the faith.
Livingwithwhit 
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