We are pleased to be joining with the Rebels Project for an informative day of excellent speakers, panel discussions, and breakout sessions including
- Survivor’s stories from the Rebels Project*
- How communities and mental health can best respond
- Treatment strategies
- Research poster boards
- Community resources**
- Free CEU’s available
* The Rebels Project, a mass shooting survivor support group started by Columbine survivors, shares personal experiences and offers support.
** Thanks to NAMI Arapahoe/Douglas, a local Colorado affiliate of the National Alliance on Mental Illness and an affiliate in this event
For more information contact Lauren Young at firstname.lastname@example.org
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Come join us for a special anniversary event of the Annual Donohue St. Patrick’s Day Party:
The Fainting Goat Pub, 846 Broadway, Denver, CO 80203
Silent Auction, Food & Drinks, NCAA Tournament
Michael Collins Pipes & Drums, March on Broadway
Bar Standard Concert, 1037 Broadway, Denver, CO 80204
Under a Blood Red Sky: The U2 Tribute and Jamona
Back at The Fainting Goat Pub for a Special St. Patrick’s Day Toast
A suggested donation of $50 gets you:
2 drink tickets & access to the Pub’s Irish Buffet
2 drink tickets and access to the Bar Standard Concert
Jamie (Kettlewell) Price
Columbine High School
Class of 2002
It’s been seventeen years since my life changed on April 20, 1999. The day I was trapped in my school while two gunmen opened fire and killed a total of 13 people, including themselves. Seventeen years. That seems like such a long time. I have done a lot of healing since then.
Directly after the shooting, I went through a period of time where I jumped at every sudden noise. I remember literally hitting the floor in the living room once, while my sister was in the kitchen and the dishes she was washing fell in the sink. A car backfiring while it drove down the road had me on the verge of a panic attack. But truth be told, these effects only lasted maybe a month or so. After that, it seemed like I was psychologically unaffected.
Years later, I went through an entire month of a near constant panic attack. Incessant heart palpitations, constantly out of breath like I had been running a marathon for days on end; I was so jittery that I was almost vibrating with anxious energy. You would think I would have been exhausted, but I couldn’t sleep. For weeks, I suffered through hoping it would pass. Finally, my husband made me go to the doctor, thinking it was something medically wrong. It was then that the doctor referred me to a mental health group associated with their clinic.
I’ve been with that office now for three years. It took fourteen years for the effects of the Columbine shooting to finally take its toll on me. After telling the doctors my symptoms and basically relaying my life’s story, I was diagnosed with Generalized Anxiety Disorder, PTSD and depression as a result of the other two conditions.
Since my diagnosis, I have become a huge advocate for mental health in my community. I talk openly with people about what I deal with. Sometimes jokingly, sometimes very seriously. The point is, I’m not ashamed of my struggles with anxiety and depression. After what my classmates and I went though, I believe that I have a pretty good reason for it. I also try to utilize my negative experiences to help others. I believe my experiences have given me a different perspective than most people have. I am more open and honest with people about what I deal with and I’m not afraid to ask others about their pain either. In three years, I have been able to utilize my own experiences to encourage four different people to seek help.
Today, the effects are almost non-existent. I still have triggers, they will probably always be there, but I function just like everyone else. I’m not always scared or anxious– I don’t shy away from loud noises, I can handle the sound of gunfire and I can go to places with large crowds. The only difference is; I know my triggers. I have learned that it is the unexpected that catches me off guard and sets off my anxiety. Now, I utilize that powerful piece of insight and let others know what I need from them. If we are at the shooting range, don’t shoot without signaling to me that you are ready to start. If we are in a large crowd, find me some where I can see an exit. Talking to those around me, and being honest about my needs has helped exponentially in my healing process. It has also gained me the respect of my friends, family and community.
I used to be afraid that if I said something, I would be seen as weak; that I would be treated differently. I’m not. The only thing that has changed is the level of respect that I get from those around me. I know it’s not always easy to reach out to others, but when you do, you can almost always change your circumstances or the outlook of someone else’s life. By sharing yourself with others, there becomes a sense of community—that you or they are not alone. There is always hope, there is always tomorrow, and there is always someone there who will understand. So reach out. Reach out to someone and ask for help or reach out to someone and offer it.
Washington Navy Yard
It was 2am and I was distraught and exhausted. I had not been able to sleep for more than three hours at night. Anxiety made it extremely difficult to fall asleep and once I hit the REM stage of sleep nightmares played on repeat. I was constantly running from shadows, ducking behind walls, hearing rapid gunfire, tripping over other people and trying to get to get to safety. It had been two months since the Navy Yard shooting and I couldn’t seem to go back to ‘normal’.
I was seeing a therapist who had just informed me that she didn’t know how to help me. I was being referred to a psychiatrist. I was scared. Friends and family were ready for me to ‘get over it’. I didn’t feel like I had anyone to talk to about the emotions, panic attacks, anxiety, and this overall new way of life. I’ve always been a social person, very outgoing and fun. I now rarely left my condo for anything other than work. For some reason I couldn’t seem to make it to the Bikram yoga classes I loved and had attended for six years. I no longer met friends for happy hour or live Jazz. I sat at home staring into space, listening for noises, and scared of my own shadow. I desperately needed a safe space.
I took to Google and began searching for support groups. There were support groups for cancer survivors, domestic violence victims, etc. Surely, there was a support group for those who had survived mass shootings. It took a few different keywords in the search box, but finally The Rebels Project website stared back at me from my laptop. I explored the website, already feeling some renewed hope as I realized it was founded by former Columbine students. They would get it. They would understand. But would they accept me? I hadn’t been shot or physically injured. ‘My’ shooting had not happened in a school. Was I even considered a ‘real’ survivor? I asked myself these questions as I typed an email to Jennifer Hammer and Heather Egeland requesting to be added to the closed Facebook group.
The next day I received a response and for the first time since climbing the 10ft brick wall to safety, I breathed a sigh of relief. They welcomed me with open arms. I was introduced to the Facebook group full of survivors from various mass shootings. I immediately felt loved, supported, and a part of something positive. Here I could ask questions, describe what I was experiencing and receive feedback from those who had been through something similar. I no longer felt so alone or like I had to hide my true emotions and pretend like I was alright.
Seven months later an Uber driver dropped me off in front of Aurora Central High School where I met Heather Egeland for the first time. We rode together to the Columbine Memorial to meet up with teens from Newton, Connecticut. It was pouring rain but nothing could dampen my mood. After viewing the memorial, we all went to dinner. I remember standing in the midst of my new ‘family’ who embraced me and more importantly understood where I was in my recovery process. I made connections that day that have literally saved my life. The Rebels Project is an amazing organization full of strength and resilience. I am forever grateful and honored to be a part of this family.
Passing the Time
Heather Egeland, Columbine survivor and Rebels Project co-founder
I’ve mentioned before that I don’t watch the news. I avoid it at all costs, actually. So it’s no surprise that I didn’t know until the day it was happening that the Columbine memorial was being unveiled. I was at my parent’s house, stopping by before I had to be at work that evening, when my mom asked if I was going to the unveiling. At first, I told her no, that I had to be at work by five.
Then I started wondering if I would regret not going, if I would be at work all night distracted and thinking about it. In the past, I have avoided just about anything connected with the shootings. Typically, I went out of town on anniversaries, up to a secluded cabin in Estes Park, a road trip down to visit friends in New Mexico, or a girl’s road trip to stay with friends and family in Oklahoma. Not only did I want to avoid the media that crowded our neighborhood every year, but I also wanted to avoid the reminders – I didn’t want to see Clement Park and think of all the flowers and people weeping into each other’s arms. I didn’t want to be reminded of seeing my second-period teacher with blood on her shirt hugging me as we stood on the grass beside Pierce street. I didn’t want to remember how it felt to be practically comatose with shock as the police went around and gathered our statements to determine what the hell had happened that spring day in April.
As I thought about all these horrific snapshots from my past, I came to realize that I was skipping out on opportunities to make new memories -ones without horror. Of course I would never forget the events of that day, but because I was determined not to face them, I was keeping myself from accepting that my life would not ever be the same as it was before the shooting.
That I would forever be changed.
So my mom and I headed to the memorial. We had to park across Bowles and walk because of the crowds, and the media was back in full force.We steered clear of the cameras and made our way to the stage where the dedication would be made. I remember that it was a beautiful day and the sun was shining down as Dawn Anna and Patrick Ireland spoke.
And most of all I remember the doves. They released 13 doves to represent those we lost that day and about a hundred more to represent the injured and the community. And while I never actually walked down to read the inscriptions or plaques on that day, I took a giant step by attending a Columbine related function – something I had avoided doing for almost 9 years. This small step eventually led to me visiting the school on our 10 year anniversary, but that’s a story for another time.
On the 17 year anniversary, today, I will be with loved ones and feeling grateful for all the new people I have met along the way.
Thanks for reading – there is a lot of love in this world, don’t forget to notice it.
Joseph Pazar, Sparks Middle School Survivor
Malcom Gladwell explains the concept of a near-miss and remote-miss in his book David and Goliath. A near-miss leaves someone devastated both physically and emotionally while a remote-miss leads to a path of growth and increased strength. My story is one of anxiously trying to turn my situation into a remote-miss, an epiphany about my efforts, and my new outlook on life.
October 21st, 2013 a 12-year-old student came to school with a 9mm handgun he retrieved from a cabinet above the family fridge along with two loaded clips. After arriving at school he walked to the back field and basketball courts. Withoutwarning he began shooting students. Michael Landsberry, a mathematics teacher, marine, and Afghanistan war veteran, heroically tried to stop the shooter but was fatally shot before he could reach him. In themean time, while inside the building I heard screams. For about 5 to 30 seconds (I really can’t be sure – things went into slow motion) I stood in my classroom. The hair on the back of my neck stood up, my body began to tense, and I remained still. My brain screamed that it was just kids playing tag, they always yelled before school began. Something deep within me didn’t agree – the tone was off, so I headed down the hall. I met two other teachers at an exterior door where we let in frightened students who had just experienced a gun in the face and watching a teacher get shot. It wasn’t until later that we learned from police that while we were letting those students in, the shooter was just around the corner changing clips, and then tried to get in the same door. Thankfully we were already hidden by that time. We quickly made our way into the nearest lockable room. One amazing teacher kept the kids calm while I called 911, the other secured the door, and we then waited it out. I watched the door for what felt like hours, thinking about what I would do if someone tried to get in. We took all the phones from the students to control noise. I’ll never forgethaving about five phones in my pockets, and having almost all of them begin to ring (vibrate because we had them silenced) at the same time. The news had broken, parents feared the worst but we couldn’t answer. It would make too much noise.
In the end, we lost Mr. Landsberry, two students were critically wounded, and many more teachers and students had bumps and bruises from jumping over fences, diving behind corners, and hiding behind anything in site. The shooter wasn’t used to firing such a weapon and was reported to have pretty bad aim. This one fact along with the interference of Mr. Landsberry saved countless lives. Teachers checked their clothes after hearing and feeling bullets pass but not actually getting shot. It was that close for a number of people. The police report would later reveal that the troubled shooter had played a Columbine video game, researched that horrific event extensively, and left a haunting note. Ultimately he took his own life and left a large hole in ours.
As you can imagine, everyone had a different experience during those horrifying minutes. There are moments that continue to bother me; the “What ifs?” My initial response was one of numbness, no tears, no feeling, no pain, just a slow recovery from adrenaline and shock. That morning I was busy getting ready for the day in my own math classroom and a shooting was the furthest thing from my mind. As a teacher, I couldn’t help but experience moments of guilt. Did I do enough? What could I have done differently? Worst of all – why didn’t I realize what was going on sooner? You have to realize that even a single minute feels like forever when your senses are heightened and you realize life-threatening danger is present. Would this be a near-miss or a remote-miss? These are all questions that kept me up late into the night, caused me to drink just a little too much, and threatened to propel me into a state of depression. Ultimately, it is my hope that sharing some details of my own journey will assist another going through a similar situation.
In the weeks immediately following the event, things followed a somewhat predictable course. The brotherhood felt among teachers was stronger than I ever thought possible; we mourned together, drank together, ate together, even traveled together. The first time I really lost it emotionally was after the last day of school and our “last supper.” I called a crisis hotline drunk – it wasn’t pretty, but they were really helpful! People were beginning to go their own ways, moving to other schools, beginning anew, and we all knew things would be different. It literally tore my heart out. You see, a teacher has to be strong. We had to show up, teach, and be there for students. While I was far from perfect, this responsibility took its toll. The last day of school was different. The reality of what happened hit, there was no longer a need for so much strength, and while the bonds formed among our group will never be broken, I knew our relationships were about to change. We were beginning to move on.
In the months following the last day of school, I became almost obsessive about making this a remote-miss. You see, a remote-miss gives people a sense of invincibility. I survived that horrible day so I can definitely handle this thing called life, right? A near-miss is so traumatic that the feeling of invincibility and strength never come, just pain and trauma. I was losing interest in everything I cared about, even my favorite TV shows. However, I forced myself to pretend and participate as much as I could. Over time things improved, life got a little easier, and I had hope. But the pressure of making this a remote-miss was still as strong as ever. Every news report of another shooting, especially the school ones, set me back. It was frustrating. However, there was a pivotal moment when things began to change.
I finally decided to talk with a therapist regarding the whole event (I’m a very stubborn person). With heart pounding and voice trembling, I scheduled a session with an office on the list we were given by the district. I drove downtown, searched for parking, and finally made it to the door just on time. The building was black and door locked. I waited for fifteen minutes, called the number with no answer, and proceeded home. About a day later the office called completely horrified that they forgot to put me on their calendar. I wasn’t mad but there was no way I was going back! For some elusive reason, after that phone conversation it hit me. I had been making a grave mistake by oversimplifying the near-miss and remote-miss idea into thinking that one path would lead me to a happy existence while the other would ultimately leave me with perpetual pain; a gross over-simplification indeed! In that moment, I promised myself to stop trying to completely control my feelings and recovery. If I ever wanted to try seeing a therapist again, I would. I began embracing good days to the fullest, and I stopped fighting the bad moments. Every time I was startled at school while teaching, I would take a “bathroom break” and just breath for a moment instead of pretending it didn’t happen. At some deep level, certain student sounds remind me of the screams on that day. The screams I thought were just kids playing tag. That is okay… take a moment. Every time someone mentions a 9mm, it’s alright to feel disgusted. I absolutely hate that gun! It may be irrational, but I don’t care. I’d like to melt every one of those guns and send the material into space never to been seen again. That’s alright.
The epiphany that my feelings and the way I was handling the situation were adequate, as simple as it sounds, has changed my life. If there are any teachers out there still feeling guilty for not doing x, y, or z, or if anyone affected by violence and trauma feels badly about the way you are reacting, take a deep breath and realize that we cannot control everything. I have found that being okay with who I am, how I reacted on that day, and how I feel day-to-day is perhaps the single most important part of my journey thus far. I still have sad moments and truly panic if I forget my school keys at home (keys save lives). I remember telling the school secretary after I realized my keys were at home that if she didn’t give me a spare, I was leaving immediately. Thankfully, she got me a key! There may come a day when I’m around a large number of people and don’t immediately formulate my “What if there is a shooting plan,” but until then, I will plan away and be ready because that is what makes me feel safe. I encourage you to embrace your journey, realize that progress can and likely will be slow, and keep striving for peace. We don’t have to “recover” within anyone’s timeframe. We can have symptoms and struggles and still be resilient and successful people. We can feel weak and still be strong. We can be both near and remote-misses.
The purpose of The Rebels Project is to provide support for those affected by a tragedy. Our group is made up of mostly Columbine High School survivors and we hope to provide support and a listening ear for those people affected from other survivors of a tragedy, something that we did not have access to back in 1999.
The Rebels Project along with Phoenix 999 Charity (www.phoenix999.org) will
be sending stuffed animals along with personalized notes from Columbine
survivors to the victims of the Newtown, CT shooting. We are also raising funds to send a group of us to Newtown, CT to provide support and a future support group from people who have gone through a similar tragedy.
Thirteen years ago many people from around the country sent us stuffed
animals during our tragedy. Even today many Columbine alumni still have these keepsakes and use them as comfort throughout the long healing process that is still going on today. We aim to help Newtown, CT in this same way and want
them to know we will always be here to help.
December 19, 2012 to December 22, 2012
Heather Egeland –
Ryan Walda –
On November 1, Paper & Packaging launched a Letters of Peace campaign that focuses on spreading peace through handwritten letters. Heather, our co-founder, was chosen to write a Letter of Peace and record a video that highlights resilience and acceptance. The other messengers also have incredible letters and videos – please watch and share!
And post this link:
Beer, Cheer and Finding Peace
Join the Columbine community and The Rebels Project as we host a raffle and silent auction on Black Friday to help support the ongoing maintenance and repairs of the Columbine memorial. A portion of funds raised will go towards supporting and connecting survivors of mass tragedy across the nation.
When: November 25, 2016 (Black Friday)
Where: A Columbine alumni-owned establishment:
Resolute Brewery: 7286 S. Yosemite St. #110, Centennial, CO 80112
Time: 6pm-8pm (raffle and silent auction)
Please contact Zachary Cartaya or Heather Egeland for more information:
The Rebels Project was formed by Columbine survivors in the wake of the Aurora theater shooting to help provide support from people who had experienced a similar trauma. Since conception, we have reached out to survivors from across the country.
Our members offer varied unique experiences and can relate to each other in a way that is invaluable to the ongoing healing process. Here are some words of hope to other survivors –
Please donate to The Rebels Project to help us continue our work.
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