The date was August 6, 2013, around 8:30 in the morning. I was patiently waiting for the elevator doors to open. Suddenly, though, I felt someone staring at me from behind. As I turned I saw the perpetrator — my husband. He had the gun pointed right at me, and he spoke no words.. Suddenly I heard my own voice mutter his name, “—- please.” It was at that point he opened fire on me.
He shot five shots toward me, with two spent shells on the ground. He shot me three times in my abdomen; still continuing to fire, he shot me in my leg. It was then that I fell to the ground and realized this was bad. The last shot hit me through the neck and immediately rendered me a quadriplegic. I lay there trying to play dead, hoping he thought I was dead!
I heard the final shot, and from there I knew it was over. He had taken his own life.
I woke up to a lieutenant asking me if I knew what happened. I recounted the whole horror show.
That officer saved my life that day, I’m forever grateful for him!