It was on the morning of October 9, 2017 when I had learned that it was true... I gave a ride to the guy that later became widely known as the Las Vegas Shooter. I was packing some things and putting my last load of laundry in the wash while I was being bombarded with calls and texts. The calls I didn't answer because I just don't answer calls from numbers I don't know.

The texts were from a guy claiming to be a DEA agent assisting the FBI with the "LV incident". I immediately thought this was an evil scam/prank so I kept asking for a name and badge number to verify whether the person messaging me was a real agent or not. He eventually gives me his name and badge number, along with the phone number for the FBI field office here in Las Vegas.

I googled the number then called it after verifying it's validity, explained that there is a person harassing with calls and texts, saying he's a DEA agent assisting the FBI with an investigation regarding the shooting. The guy on the phone laughed and said nobody working with the FBI would be texting. So I blew it off and hopped in the shower after starting the last load of laundry.

I'm just getting out of the shower and reaching for my towel when I hear 3 loud bangs on the door. My grandfather (84) whom I'm taking care of, lets the 3 agents in that were standing outside. As I'm leaving the bathroom I hear him humorously telling the agents that I have a very good lawyer.

The agents rushed over to me (while I still had nothing but a towel around my waste) and began questioning me in my bedroom about whether or not I remembered giving the LV shooter a ride or not then whether or not his girlfriend were in the car.

Now, I remember seeing the news and the picture of him thinking to myself, "wow, that looks kinda like a passenger I had in my car!" But the moment the DEA confirmed he was in fact the very passenger I had in my car just weeks prior, my jaw hit the floor.

I never knew what it was like to be in shock until that very moment. I could feel the blood leaving my face, I felt dizzy, my mind began racing a million miles an hour.

***It was the very moment I realized my worst dream had come true...***

The agents ended up leaving and I still had things to finish getting ready but I can't concentrate. I lose track of time, trapped inside my head. Meanwhile, fighting back the tears. I snap out of it when I realize I had 2 hours before my flight left and the clothes I put in the washer were still soaking wet. So I dry them for about 20 minutes and decide to travel with wet clothes and finish drying them when I arrive in Italy.

So I leave for the airport thinking I'll get there on time, because it usually takes 15-20 minutes from where I live to get there, but not on this day... The route I had taken was riddled with construction and no way to get off of the road to take a different route that would get me there quicker.

I get dropped off and go in to check in for my flight, but I learned that they stopped taking check-ins for the flight since it was an international flight. I was 10 minutes late. This was the straw that broke the camel's back. I went outside to call for a ride home. After noticing there was almost no one around, I screamed at the top of my top of my lungs, my knees buckled and I broke down into tears.

This was by far the worst day of my life... It really bothers me this time of year...

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My heart goes out to all of those affected by the shooting. My experience has certainly traumatized me... I can't imagine what those that were there that day, or the family/friends must be going through. I'm so sorry for all those who lost their loved ones...

I really wish there was something I could have done to stop this from happening, but I know it's not my fault, but I still feel guilty from time to time...