I am a survivor of gun violence. My first car was riddled with bullets from a drive-by shooting in April 2012. I was taking a friend home after a birthday dinner. It sounded like fireworks, and, like a fight or flight reaction, I ducked for cover in my Toyota Yaris. I remember like it was yesterday. The shots got louder and louder. When it stopped, I was still, and my best friend said, “Can you move?” While still ducking for cover, I put my foot on the gas and left. When I felt like I was far enough, I came up and asked “is everyone OK?” At that moment my life had changed forever. My little sister said “No ! I was hit!” I called 911; they were asking unhelpful questions. We hung up and called my mom. I kept driving until I saw an urgent care and stopped. I ran in and got help. They called ambulance and rushed my sister to the hospital. My sister survived that night, by the grace of God and the trauma team.