I did not find out about the shooting until late Jan 30th as I was busy transporting my elderly mother for her medical tests and doctors appointments. I heard it on the radio when I got home just before suppertime. A feeling of nausea overcame me(I have a strong gut otherwise) Sadness prevailed for the following days as I read about and saw pictures of the innocent victims killed while praying. Their stories of having arrived to this country(that was safe and welcoming of the visible minorities) were not unlike mine: hoping for a better future. The sadness was replaced over the next few months into a fearful thought every time I enter a house of prayer- it is the new reality- even in Canada.