Back in Longview Texas living with my mom in a room upstairs was really hard for me to get around there I was about 30 years old I was pretty much hating life wasn’t taking meds they were giving for seizures figured I was the exception to the rule besides I hated taking meds prescribed anyway. Was still clean and sober a little more than 2 years
Was supposed to be going to physical therapy didn’t last for long the set up they had here was nothing like Baylor in Dallas so instead started going to the gym on my own. I couldn’t work I was beginning to have headaches wasnt walking real well but at least I was alive they kept telling me. The bullet went in the right side of my head affected the left side of my body had a numbness a tingly feeling sometimes my left leg had lost motor skills it it. So to walk properly had to concentrate when I walked or else I had a kind of a strut they told me.
I Can remember going to the lake to go skiing, before being shot I was a master skier would really show my butt with 1 or 2 didnt matter I loved the sport and to show off my skills on the water, I jumped in water was kinda hard to maneuver over the side of the boat but would soon be ok, I would soon be up showing off.. I tried to get up on one ski several times wasn’t happening. I told them to throw another one out would try on 2 ski’s this would be easy and I would kick the 2nd one off and do it that way. I couldn’t get up on 2 ski’s either I was humbled.
I was coming back from from a town near by one night speeding and was pulled over by a Highway Patrol he asked me to step out of the car, I did and I kind of stumbled, he immediately asked how much I had been drinking that night, my reply nothing I dont drink anymore I have a bullet in my brain, he was speechless.
I had no memory of what happened the night I was shot my mind was blank, a friend took me to the house where it happened, I have had no contact with the girl since that night either the night. The very second I walked into the empty house it hit me the screaming get on the floor get on the floor white boy, the younger boy was beating a chair with a stick the eleven year old the other holding a gun on us the 17 year old the memories hit me like a train I stumbled out of the house. Actually it was true what they had told me about the 2 young kids, I couldn’t believe what had just happened the memories returning.
The prosecutor contacted me, they had arrested the 17 year old and were ready to take him to trial, see the 11 year old got scared was at a middle school attending class went to principal and told him what the older one did leaving out the detail that he was inside as well saying he stayed outside in the bushes and watched. But the police got the real story the juvenile who was now nicknamed on the streets by his friends as Eleven. He was locked up in Juvenile Detention for a week because of his part in this only 1 week.
Prosecutor was the same lady that had prosecuted me on several charges when I was a bad boy actually she was the one who sent me to the State Penitentiary the first time, it was awkward at first. I explained to her I had been clean and sober gone to school to be a drug and alcohol counselor, actually the night the 2 broke in I was supposed to be packing I had a job in Austin Texas working at a rehab. She could see I was doing good at the time of being shot and she commented that she had never had contact or seen anyone that had turned their life around not one that she had prosecuted.
I think she felt sorry for me.
Court came I picked up the girl at a hotel she came in from out of town we headed to court to testify again the young man, this was our first meeting since it had happened, see we meet at Narcotics Anonymous actually had just left a meeting the night the incident happened. Well she was doing drugs again couldn’t grasp what had happened to us. Still to this day has problems with it. We got to to court we informed they would call us in when it was time to approach the stand. They called me in I saw how the jury looked at me when I entered the courtroom with my sluggish walk then still recuperating from paralysis.
I looked him in the eyes and he was a young boy, he had a look as if he was sorry for what he did maybe fear as well, see here’s more of the story I found out later after the trial. Eleven the one that turned them in was on the streets playing big man telling lies saying that he held a gun to my head made me beg for my life before he himself shot me, He pulled a gun on someone not long after getting out of juvenile. The 17 year old cried every night in jail he had a learning disability they had been smoking crack that night walking the streets. There’s more both kids parents were strung out on crack they had no direction. Some thing that really hit home with me. I testified what happened then the defendant testified while I sat and watched. He said he shot me because I came at him with a knife now that pissed me off not thinking I interrupted and said that is bull shit. I said if I could have gotten to a knife I would have dude I was in the middle of sex the first time you shot me. They asked me to leave the courtroom
The jury was making the decision it was rather quick, they called us back in 75 years attempted capital murder, 50 years aggravated rape, 35 years aggravated robbery was his sentence
Somehow I wasnt satisfied for some reason I felt sorry for the man
The 17 year old was transferred to another unit and believe it or not escaped was caught in Arkansas in a stolen vehicle, I don’t believe he will he will ever see freedom again
To Be Continued