In October 1995, it was a gorgeous Sunday afternoon. My niece, Mandy, opened the back door of her house, along with her twin, Randi. Standing there was a friend who wanted to show the girls his recent purchase, a gun. Mandy told him to get out; they didn’t want to see it. He was handling the weapon and it went off, hitting Mandy in the femoral artery. Her mom and my sister were down the street at a garage sale. She heard the sirens and started home. To her horror, the EMTs were loading Mandy on to the ambulance, and she was whisked off to the hospital. That afternoon and into the evening were horrifying. When the doctors came out to tell my sister that her child had died, our lives were never the same. This can happen to anyone!