My daughter called. She told me that she and her date were told to get on the ground. The guns at their heads were cocked and ready. They waited for the thieves to finish. Was this the end? The only thought was the guns and how they would die. When would they pull the trigger? My stomach dropped like never before.
We both have PTSD. She was robbed of her fierce independence. Years later, it is coming back. She’s a real fighter. I am becoming a warrior to help end gun violence.
That night will always be with us. It is with us every night. Just one “click” away. I pray for all that heard that click, and all the heartache that it has caused for them.