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**One from the vault**
Thank you for taking the time to read this blog. Today you will not be disappointed. Whatever you are doing right now make sure you disengage from the world around you and take a moment to receive the gift of reading the true story of this living miracle. My life has been blessed because God has brought Laura White and I together. Her mere presence, the fact that she is living and breathing, let alone walking and eating Chinese food with me, reinforces my belief in God, in His word and in His promises.
Our story began in April when a friend of hers was one of the few that happened upon the rained out Hopeful Hearts Ministry fund-raiser concert. When her friend heard my story she bought a Hopeful Hearts Charm for Laura and told me she had survived her ex-husband shooting her in the stomach with a shotgun. Instantly I was intrigued and hoped that this friend would give Laura the message to contact me. A few weeks later I heard from Laura and we decided we needed to meet but family and other commitments got in the way until today. But today was perfect because today was the day I needed God to show up in Laura’s message.
What got to me (that she doesn’t include in this retelling of her story) is that when he shot her and she was lying on the ground realizing what happened she heard in her ear “Be still and know I am God.” She said once she heard those words she knew she wasn’t going to die. Despite the fact her husband left her to lie there bleeding to death, contemplating finishing her off, she remained still and calm which is what saved her life. Had she panicked the bleeding would have been more rapid and she would have bled to death. Amazing.
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Afterwards, as I was getting dressed, he suddenly locked the bedroom door, pulled out a shotgun, and chambered it. My heart froze as he told me to sit down. He said he was going to kill me and then himself. He said, “If I can’t have you, then no one can.” I tried to talk him out of it, but he got even angrier. I could tell he was serious and I started thinking about my children and grandson. It was then and there that I decided to jump up and around him. As I leaped to my feet he shot me in the abdomen with a double barrel shotgun loaded with buckshot. I fell to the floor, and as I lay there, he pointed the gun at me, telling me it was my fault and that I was going to die.
I finally said, “If you’re not going to call 911, you might as well shoot me.”
When I said those words his face softened, and his eyes were no longer cold and empty. He cried out, “Oh my God, what have I done?”
He immediately called 911, and told them what he did. They arrived shortly after and life-flighted me to the hospital. I had no pulse, no blood left and the doctors told my kids I had a less than 1% chance of living. I was in a coma for three weeks. They didn’t expect me to make it, and said even if I lived I would have no quality of life.
After three months in the hospital and 13 surgeries, I was walking and back at work seven months later. I lost 80% of my digestive system, my stomach muscles, and even lost my bellybutton, yet I was a walking miracle. The doctors told me that according to medical books I should have been dead. I began to physically recover, but not mentally and I knew I needed help. One night I called the National Domestic Violence Hotline and they referred me to the Houston Area Women’s Center.
The next day I went there, did intake, met with a counselor and began to go to group counseling sessions. It was truly an amazing experience; it helped me realize I wasn’t alone and that there were other women going through the same things. My recovery took a big turnaround. I needed that group support. In December 2010, I went to trial, testified against my husband and he was sentenced to life in prison. Once I left that courtroom I felt like a new woman. I continued going to the Houston Area Women’s Center, but I had made the transition from victim to survivor.
To this day, I still have 14 buckshot pellets lodged in my body, and they remind me that I survived for a reason. I survived to be a mother, grandmother, sister, friend, and to be of help to someone. I know that’s what I’m supposed to be doing. I graduated from college in May, and I’m currently writing a book about my experience.
It has been an amazing journey, and if I had to take a bullet again, I would take it to gain the peace I have now, freely be with my children and family, and most of all to not be controlled by another again.
She wrote this post for the Houston Women’s Area Center. When she said to me, “I heard ‘Be still and know I am God.” I got the chills because it strengthens my personal resolve to ‘be still’, trust in His plan, He will come through.
We hear these unbelievable stories and we think “My situation isn’t as bad so I shouldn’t feel like I have an issue.” Please listen, your story is your story, if it affects you then it matters. If you are in a similar situation, if any of Laura’s story is relatable, please reach out to someone and talk to them about it. Go to a trusted family member, friend, pastor or priest, or do as Laura did and call the National Domestic Hotline. They will help you find counseling and even a shelter (if needed) within your area.
I pray this post blesses you in some way today.