“As I stood over her and spent those last few minutes with her, blood was cascading down my legs and onto the floor. I didn't care - my womb was crying. Everything about me was crying. Watching them wheel her away broke me. My life ended then and there."
“I hadn't seen him in nearly 13 years, he was 4 years old then, but everything seemed to fit… I slowly walked over to him, and his family. I slowly approached him, and when he looked at me... I shattered the ice."
All three of you, my children, experienced this horror first hand as your high school came under fire in a merciless school shooting that took the physical lives of three of your classmates and an incomprehensible number of emotional lives in its wake.
When management at the University Blvd Chick-fil-A in Odessa caught wind of the news that a gunman was on a rampage in their city, they offered their employees the option to close early and go home. Instead, the compassionate workers did the opposite, working way past their shifts to help feed the local law enforcement who'd been caught up in the tragic shooting spree.
“I know so many people feel that same sense of hopelessness that it keeps happening, but then I have to channel that frustration, that anger, but also my love, into this work that I know is going to save lives."
"AGAIN? I found myself questioning WHY God, does this keep happening? WHY are we losing precious souls—lives You created and formed with your own hands—to the monstrous acts of true evil?"
