Patience Carter was at the club with a friend, Tiara Parker, and the friend’s cousin, 18-year-old Akyra Murray, who perished in the attack. Murray and Carter had initially escaped the club, but went back in to look for Parker. All three were shot, Murray fatally. Carter delivered a poem about the guilt she felt for surviving.

Patience Carter: “The guilt of feeling lucky to be alive is heavy / It’s like the weight of the ocean’s walls / Crushing uncontrolled by levies / It’s like being dragged through the glass / With a shattered leg and thrown on the back of a Chevy / It’s like being rushed to the hospital / And told you’re going to make it / When you lay beside individuals / Whose lives were brutally taken / The guilt of being alive is heavy.”