I’m supposed to be out having fun with friends right now. Not sitting cooped up inside, doing school online, and having my sports pushed back for months because of a global pandemic.
He pulled out his revolver and stuck it in my chest. He told me to empty my pockets, but I refused. I didn’t care if I lived or died. Then, he shot me once in the chest and ran. I fell forward, hitting my head on the pavement. I couldn’t feel my legs.
My oldest son was killed in a car accident. Through the pain of loss, God heard my prayers and sent loving people to help me gain some peace and understanding.