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Monday, June 13, 2016

Pulse by the Numbers



Nine seconds
Twenty
Three months
Forty Weeks
Fifteen Hours
Seven months
12 months
18 months
Five years
Fifteen years
Sixteen years
Eighteen years
Twenty-one years
One hundred sixty to one hundred eighty
One and ninety-six one hundredths minutes
Fifty-three
Two billion three hundred sixty-six million seven hundred sixty-nine thousand four hundred fifty

It takes a couple on average three months to conceive life.
It takes Forty weeks to carry a baby to full term.
It takes an average of fifteen hours of labor to give birth.
It takes seven months for that baby to learn to crawl.
It takes 12 months on average for our children to start taking steps.
Your child needs eighteen months to begin talking.
We start kindergarten after five years of life.
We relish or regret our first kiss about fifteen years in.
It takes us sixteen years to enjoy the freedom of driving a car.
We earn the right to vote or fight for our country only after putting in a full eighteen years.
After twenty-one years we have finally earned the right to enter a nightclub 
and dance until dawn arrives.

A snapchat video made in Orlando 
is nine seconds long.
Snaps are meant to disappear.
In a nine second snap twenty shots from an AR-15 assault rifle can be heard.
The shots are being fired in a nightclub called Pulse.
The average pulse rate of people dancing is 160-180 beats per minute.
Twenty shots, Nine seconds.
That is just under two minutes to stop the pulses of fifty-three living, dancing, breathing humans. Forever.

 2,366,769,450 seconds each of those fifty-three beautiful people could have expected to live in a world without guns.

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