This incident occurred at Bullets and Burgers, a tourist destination near Las Vegas. It's not your standard firing range, it's a "destination adventure," with prices ranging from $60 for watching and eating lunch to $1,000 to fire 8 fully automatic weapons and other firearms. It's closer to experiencing a jungle zip line in Nicaragua or swimming with the dolphins in Mexico than it is to an actual shooting range.
That seems all too clear. And I don't give a big flying one what it is, that was utterly inexcusable.
My prayers are for the little girl who, depend on it, is marked for life by this tragedy caused by the idiocy of adults. It's harder to pray for her parents, though I'll do it. They have to finish raising a child who'll never be quite the same again because of their horrendously poor judgment. And live with the knowledge of what they allowed to happen. It's going to be a heavy burden, especially when the girl has nightmares.
I'll have to cool for a long time before I can even think about praying for the "range" owner.
My son's boys, now almost 16, 13, and about to turn 9, all were introduced to shooting starting around age five or six. Pellet guns, single-shot .22 rifles, and working up to center fire rifles and handguns. It's been very strictly supervised at every step, and safety has been drummed into them. But if I found that my son let that youngest one shoot an Uzi on full auto, I'd fly to Philadelphia and kick his butt.
All three boys love shooting and know how to do it safely and well, and fortunately their dad is too smart and too careful to make stupid decisions.