I was carjacked at gunpoint by a man who had just robbed a bank and was being followed out of the bank. In the backseat of my car were my two-and-a-half-year old son and my three-week-old daughter. My only thought was how to keep my babies alive. He drove us about 10 blocks away and got out of the car. Those babies are now 21 and 23. I still see that gun shoved inches from my face, telling me to “move over.” My son kept saying “Mommy it’s okay, it’s ok.” Thankfully he does not remember, but I do. Too often.