A man gave himself up yesterday to police. He hadn't done anything, but he had planned to. He had a plan to go on a killing spree in the city, but changed his mind when he met a playful dog.

This man, he had over 6,000 rounds of ammunition. Along with several knives including a machete, he had five guns, among which were a 12-gauge shotgun, a bolt action rifle with a telescopic lens, and a 9-mm semi-automatic.

This man, he was going to murder here. Myself, or any of my family and friends, could've easily been in his path. We live maybe a five-minute car ride away from where he gave himself up. I work downtown, and it's all too easy to imagine he would've targeted the city core to reach any many people as possible.

I can hardly bear to think about it, but I can think about the fact that we wouldn't have weapons designed to kill, if we didn't fear our own fellow human beings.

Jesus. What if he hadn't met that dog?