On the afternoon my son’s first birthday, with my entire out-of-town family gathered at my house, my sister and I were walking home from a nearby grocery store when we were robbed at gunpoint. My first thought was for my son. What would his life would be like without a mother? Would my sister do something? Not even her black belt in martial arts kept us from immediately handing over our purses. I even offered the groceries! The robber took our purses and ran off. My sister and I clung to each other and thanked our lucky stars to be alive.
Police ended up catching the young robber, and I went to court and testified, which was difficult but necessary. He served time for a string of similar robberies. In time, I walked to the store again. I didn’t want to live in fear in my own neighborhood. So I worked for my neighborhood association to help my community come together, instead of retreating in fear.