Sad...Happens Every Day

I get a Gun newsletter. They had this story in today's edition:

A bullet had torn through Terry Arnold Jr.'s tiny chest, yet the 8-month-old stared in his mother's eyes during a frantic ambulance ride Wednesday morning.

"He was holding my finger," Jantisha Hambrick recalled. "I kept screaming his name. I didn't want him to go to sleep.

Eight-month-old Terry Arnold Jr. died Wednesday afternoon at Grady Memorial Hospital.

"I'd call his name when he got quiet. He'd cry, but it got lower and lower."

The baby didn't make it. Terry died shortly before 3 p.m. after hours of emergency surgery at Grady Memorial Hospital, a hospital spokeswoman said.

The shooting happened about 8:25 a.m. Wednesday as Terry lay with his mother on a bed in their apartment on Cleveland Avenue in southeast Atlanta. The bullet passed through the bedroom wall from an adjacent apartment.

The man charged in the shooting, Gabriel Brooks, 22, lived in an adjoining ground-floor apartment and was once a classmate of Hambrick at South Atlanta High School.

"It was an accident, according to Mr. Brooks," said police spokesman Joe Cobb. "He told detectives that he had set the gun down on his bed and it went off. The baby and his mother were both sleeping, and it appears to be a tragic situation all the way around.

Because American's are afraid of their own shadows, stuff like this happens all too often. So sad.