I was 15 years old, and sadly, it was my first day back at school after a lengthy absence, due to my kidneys failing. I was so happy to return to school, and my life changed forever. The gunman was trying to take my life because he was attempting to rape a teacher and I was a potential threat. He aimed the gun at my forehead, and the impact knocked me to the ground. The bullet went into my arm and made its exit to my back, just missing my spinal cord.
My life after 50 years caused me to have nightmares. This has changed, but fear of being alone sometimes affects my sleep. Small places produce anxiety. I am thankful to Moms Demand Action for a platform to stop this madness.