I enjoyed the fall months in 2014. I visited friends and family every weekend. On October 17, 2014, while sitting in my 2013 Nissan Altima parked on Highland in North St. Louis, gunfire projectiles began entering the car. The first one didn’t hit the car. But the second projectile hit the window now … window’s shattering now … projectiles hitting the inside of the roof of the car. As I was sitting, the weight of the presence of God held me down, similar to a Six Flags ride going up at high speed.
I began to open the door of the vehicle. A voice from God said, “Be still.” The projectile hit above my head …. Now the projectile hit the door and somehow into my leg. That day I became a victim to a senseless act of crime due to gun violence. I wouldn’t even have known my killer.