Sept 30, 2011, my estranged husband shot me four times. He also took the lives of my loving parents, Kennie & Retha Rodgers. My life was forever changed by the decision he made, but the last of his victims I would be. The series of events that led up to that morning that God spared my life were a chapter I lived . . .survived . . . and the scars I look at as beauty now, a reminder. I’ve had to date nine surgeries to correct gunshot wounds to my face and jaw, as well as leg and chest.
Four years later, I am living through the eyes of my 5 year old daughter, for God saved my life . . .