The shooting of an Edmonton-raised doctor in New Orleans and the murder of his filmmaker wife has sickened even those residents numbed to the violence of the city.
I went to junior high school with Paul Gailiunas (for 6 months, after moving to Edmonton, and before going to different high schools), so it seems just entirely bizarre and incredibly sad that someone I knew, even for such a short time, has had such a tragedy occur in their life. I wouldn't know what to say to someone in such a situation - "I'm so sorry this happened, take care" doesn't really seem like it would mean much. (and to make it even closer to home, apparently my parents' long-time neighbour had actually recently been staying with Paul's mother in Vancouver).
(Of interest's sake, in our Grade 9 class there were 4 of us who went on to become physicians that I know about - 3 of us who actually went to the same high school, the same university for undergrad science, the same medical school and the same family medicine residency program. I think I was too shell-shocked from moving and trying to catch up on all the schoolwork, thanks to the different provincial curriculums, as I don't remember a lot about those 6 months in junior high school in Edmonton - hopefully I didn't come across as stuck-up when in fact I was simply shy and terrified, oh well...)
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