Three-quarters of an inch from my heart. I was 3/4 of an inch from losing my life, as my friends and I were shot from behind by a random gunman.
My San Diego vacation was supposed to be about surfing, golfing and hiking, but instead was about survival and perspective on how I can find love and happiness in the darkest of places.
I was saved on the street by two heroes who stayed with me until the EMT came. All the great medical professionals of San Diego made sure I got another chance to hug my loved ones and let them realize that this wasn’t the end. When I was on the street, in my darkest moment, wondering if my life was over, these people came in and made sure that a 27-year-old man in the prime of his life could make an impact in this world. They got to make sure the most wonderful parents, sister, family and friends could see that young man grow up and eventually be a father and role model to many others.
I have a lot of life to live, and I want to end gun violence. We can do it.