On March 7, 2017, I was shot while my nine-month old daughter was on the bed at the time. Did I know this person? Yes, we had just started dating … I told him not to buy the gun the day before he did. I told him he didn’t need it, but clearly he did it anyway.
I was from out of town, coming from Dallas to visit family and friends in Mississippi! I never in a million years thought I would get shot in front of my daughter. It changed everything. It left me paralyzed.
I asked him earlier that day: Did he want me to bring him something to eat? He said yeah, so I did. We left from his friend’s to go to his house. An hour later, I was shot.
I had his phone because mine was dead. I felt a bullet hit me — a very loud ringing noise was all I heard. My daughter was screaming. I tried to get up, but I couldn’t. He moved me over on his lap, his brother came in the room and picked my daughter up, and 911 was called.
The year I got shot my beloved sister was also diagnosed with cancer. She passed away in 2019, leaving her three kids behind. We were very close and it was hard losing her, especially while trying to heal from my injuries. Today, after years of recovery and hard work, I work, drive, and live independently, with my now eight-year-old daughter, Jermoni Robinson. My life is very different now, but I am so grateful to have survived and be here to raise my daughter and be an active part of my sisters’ three kids’ lives.