On February 1, 2014, my life and that of my two children was changed forever when a stray bullet flew through a window and shot my oldest son in the back of the head. My son DeAndre was dancing at a birthday party. In the right place at the right time. Kids should be able to go to birthday parties without the fear of being shot.
After several surgeries and many complications, my son survived. At 13 years old, he lost his ability to walk, talk and to eat by mouth. He is what you call a total care patient.
No one was ever caught in my son’s case. Eight years later DeAndre continued his fight for survival all while smiling and dancing in his wheelchair.
Every day my heart aches for my son. He had his whole life ahead of him. Today I stand committed to being Dre’s voice. I made my son that promise.