In 2018, a gunman walked into Majora Stoneman Douglas High School in

Parkland, Florida and changed my life forever. My name is Andrew Pollock. His name

isn't worth saying. One of the seniors walking in the hall is that day was my

beautiful daughter, Meadow. She was just months away from graduating and

beginning a new life. We were so proud of the woman she had become. But in the

hallway on that third floor, the gunman saw Meadow and shot her down the

hallway, hitting her four times. After she was shot and on the floor, she crawled

over to another student, a freshman girl to protect her. She draped her body

over her and then the scumbag gunman shot my daughter at point blank range,

five more times, killing Meadow and the girl she was shielding. She had a whole

life ahead of her and in that life she could have done anything and been

anything. So many moments that I waited so long for were taken from me. I didn't

get to drop her off at college. I didn't get to walk it down the aisle. But

every moment was taken from her and for what? I never wanted this to become a

political spectacle, but it did. I never wanted to meet the president like this,

but I did. I was invited to the White House. The truth is I had just buried my

daughter that week. I really wasn't interested in public events like a tour or a

photo op. I was interested in answers and solutions. So if the president wanted

to meet me personally, I said I'd go. They said, of course, that was his plan.

At the White House, my family and I sat with the president in the Oval Office

and told him about Meadow. I told him what we knew. I told him that his

administration needed to take a closer look at what went wrong and why. And I got

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