916 Dennison Lane was born on September 16, 2013. On that day, a man with a shotgun entered my office and started shooting. On the 4th floor of an office building in my town, a quiet Monday morning turned into the stuff of nightmares. The shooter shot six of my teammates, five died. He went on to kill six more employees. He kept shooting until he was neutralized, the 13th death that morning.
Two men saved my life that day. A man named Dennison and a DC cop named "my other hero" because I never could get his name. They took my breath away. That strangers ran into that building, found me, and stood between me and flying bullets -- my heart swells with love and respect for their bravery.
It took a long time to reconcile how I could be OK, while the others died. I felt shame that I had not saved them, that I was alive. It took a long time to fully actualize how grateful I am, how damn lucky I am, and how much I want to love this life I am living. Thus, I have combined some of my favorite things into 916 Dennison Lane, a story in the making.
I hope my linens can be part of your story, too,
Lori Lee Stultz
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Dennison Lane was born on September 16, 2013. On that day, a man with a shotgun entered my office and started shooting. On the 4th floor of a building in my town, a quiet Monday morning turned into the stuff of nightmares.
The shooter shot six of my work peeps, five died. He did not shoot me. He went on to kill six more employees and wound countless others. He kept shooting until he was neutralized, the 13th death that morning.
Two men saved my life that day. A man named Dennison and a DC cop (my nameless hero). They took my breath away. That strangers ran into that building, found me, and stood between me and flying bullets; my heart swells with love, gratitude, and respect every time I think of them.
It took a long time to reconcile how I could be OK, while the others died. I felt shame that I did nothing to save them; shame that I was alive. It took a long time to fully actualize how grateful I am, how damn lucky I am, and how much I want to love this life I am living. Thus, I have combined some of my favorite things into Dennison Lane, a story in the making.
I hope my linens can be part of your story, too.
Lori Lee Stultz