My husband was killed by a drunk driver on his way home from work in 2007. This left me to raise my two girls at 4 and 7 alone. When they looked up at me and asked me what we would do now, I told them that Mommy would always make sure they were ok. I have lived every moment since sober, positive, responsible, and ever protective of them. I’ve done everything I know to do to keep them safe and provide a good clean life for them. As I watch the riots and attacks on innocents, I think about their safety again. I assure you, if someone attacked us in our car or in our home, I will shoot them without hesitation. It is my right as an American to protect myself and my own. I have not come this far to let a criminal take anything more from me or them. I always think ahead. I have arms and I learned how to used them. People may look at me as a white female in a nice car and home and think I am privileged, but they don’t know my story. We have what we have and live the way we live because of my choices. One at a time and step by step through years of pain with a smile on my face. Strength is something I’ve built. Never underestimate the power of prayer, but also never underestimate the strength of a momma who promised to make everything ok.
