You really don’t know how strong you are until being strong is the only option you have left. This is our story.
My fiancé and I were the best of friends. Our bond was unbreakable. He was the most loving human being I have ever met. On a sunny day in 2019, we went and got lunch and were working on house chores. His friend called and asked for his help moving a mattress; as always, he agreed to help. As we pulled into the driveway, I was overwhelmed with the feeling of fear. I didn’t know why.
He went inside, and three men with hoods and masks walked past the car. I tried calling him, but he didn’t answer. Seconds later he came out and was tackled, and then gunshots rang out from each direction. I panicked as I realized he was being shot multiple times and called 911. They took him to the hospital, and that’s where I was told he didn’t make it. My heart and soul died that day. Those images will never leave my mind. I now suffer from severe PTSD, and I’m working every day to heal.