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The Target…Part One
I stared , willing to wake up from this nightmare, only it wasn’t a nightmare, I was very much awake, a bullet in my Spine, I’d been shot, the reality hadn’t sunk in, but it had.
I had no idea, who would come after me, I taught at a good school, one of the top rated, I had a beautiful home, drove a nice car, and still I was shot, a random act of violence, or a target, I didn’t know.
I lay outside of my house, blood mixing with cement, from my walk way. I had never been so close to giving up, and yet managed to keep fighting. I nearly gave up in that moment, but someone found me helpless laying on the ground, where I had fallen, blood dripping from the bullet hole in my back, but I was alive, just barely at that moment, but I found the will to fight.
My room was empty, the only sound, the sounds of monitors and hospital noises, that only frightened me more, whoever had been after me, they could sneak into this room.
Fear surged me, a fear unlike any I had ever known, but I had never been shot before, never felt like I was wearing a target.
This is unreal Lord, this is a nightmare, we are called to fear not, but I’m frightened Lord, someone just shot me, I’m in a hospital bed.
Footsteps, sounded coming closer, and all I could do was clinch the railing on the hospital bed, unable to…
