March 12, 1993. A day that will live in infamy for me. On my way back from my barber, a few blocks from home, two guys attempted to rob me at gunpoint. At that exact moment, I made a conscientious decision: I’m not going out like this! I caught one in the back just below my heart, but I knew if I fell, I would surely be killed. Now, if you’ve never been shot before, I can’t describe it to you. All I’ll say is I would never wish that on my worst enemy. I was a mess for awhile, but after a considerable amount of time, I regained my physical strength.
I don’t think I’ve ever taken the time to properly address the mental aspect of it, though. I sometimes wonder how/why did I survive? It happened so fast, and then it was over. I’m here today only by the grace of God, no doubt about that. I’m doing very well these days physically and mentally, although there are times I feel I could be better mentally. God bless you for listening to my story.