All of these stories are so amazing and inspiring, mine has bit of darkness to it…
It took place on the 18th of July 1984 in the small border town San Ysidro California.
I was 15 years old and had a part time summer job working with my mom and dad and we had just arrived home.
There was a McDonald’s right across the street from our home in San Ysidro, and for the last two summers I would religiously go there to eat after coming from work. everyone working at that McDonald’s already knew me as a regular customer.
But on that fateful day, my mom all of a sudden told me to stay home this time because she was going to make dinner, it didn’t make sense , she was just as tired as everyone else in the home because she also worked were me and my dad worked.
I decided to stay, , and around 10 minutes later, a man armed with an semi automatic Uzi, a pistol , and a 12 gauge shotgun killed 21 people inside that restaurant, which was around half of the people who were in there,
Me , my older brother, and my parents saw the whole thing happen from start to finish from our kitchen and living room windows
He was our neighbor, an avid gun collector , and apparently according to his wife started hearing voices a few days before the shooting happened.
Coincidence?? Maybe, all I know is that it took me a long time to get over this, two 4th steps, and several relapses, all because because I refused to acknowledge how God, even in that day of carnage, was beginning to work in my life…