Little did I know that I wasn't even close to being heartbroken in that moment. For me, the real heartbreak came when I watched our city get trashed, looted, and burned.
I'm so deeply saddened by these events that I can't find the words to describe how I'm feeling.
Upset. Heartbroken. Devastated.
These words just don't seem to fully convey how utterly hurt I am.
Today, during my lunch, I took a trip to the Bay. This place that, only a few hours ago, had its windows kicked in and looters grabbing all that they could was now a gathering place for all the people who, like me, were devastated by the recent tragedy.
The words of love, support, encouragement, and apology written on the boarded-up windows were overwhelming.
As I was standing there, brushing away the tears, I realized that THIS is the real Vancouver. THIS is what we're really like.
Christian from Germany, I don't know you, but thank you for understanding that these thoughtless acts were not the acts of our city, but the acts of a small few. Thank you for being our guest, and thank you for your words of support.