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He raised his shirt and there was a gun.

He said, get in the car and nobody will get hurt.

I saw him come up to strike again.

Two strikes would have definitely killed me.

I was down there by myself just terrified sitting

there with a dying person in front of me. The car was gone, my girls were gone.

It was just this dark road.

Real people who faced death and lived to tell how. This is I survived.

It's January 1993 in Eustace, Florida.

I was a single mother, my husband had passed away.

I'm raising two little girls, Jamilla and Jasmine.

Jamilla was nine years old, and Jasmine was three.

They were just beautiful children, you know,

the love of my life.

We were always together. On Saturday night, Dorothy prepared for church the following morning. We have to bring cover dishes for church tomorrow, so I wanted to make this strawberry pretzel

salad and I didn't have all the ingredients for that. I don't usually go out at night

but I thought I really want to make this dish. So the girls and I got together, got them

dressed, and we went on to the store. Dorothy parked outside the grocery store and got the

girls out of the car.

There were a couple of guys sitting on the bench outside, but I didn't dwell on that.

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