I Did Not Allow Myself To Consider The Probable Outcome

This episode contains subject matter that may be disturbing some listeners. Listener discretion is advised. I knew that at the very least he was going to rape me, and I felt like if he did that, he was also going to kill me. Real people. I did not allow myself to consider the probable outcome, which was that I would die entirely alone in great pain in the middle of the wilderness. Who faced death.

I knew that I was just getting weaker and weaker and weaker. At times, I saw blood just squirting like a fire hose out of me. And lived to tell how. And I'm thinking... Where is he taking me? Will they find my body right away? Will it be days before they find my body? Will they find my body? This is I Survived.

It's June 2010 in Conway, South Carolina. After a theater performance, amateur actress Danielle drives home to her 12-year-old daughter. Danielle stops for gas and notices a young man standing between the pumps. I noticed him because he didn't appear to be with anybody. He was just standing there, and he looked young. He stopped me, and he said, excuse me, ma'am.

I turned around and said, yeah. He says, which direction are you going? I need a ride, and I was hoping that you would be so kind as to drop me off. He looked very defeated. He looked dejected. He kind of looked at the ground a lot of times and said, ma'am, I've been walking for hours. While Danielle pumped gas, she hoped that someone else would arrive to give the boy a ride.

It was late at night, and so your mind fills with all of that. You know, this is not a good idea. You know, I shouldn't do this. And then the counterside is thinking he's obviously young. Why am I being this way? I literally questioned myself and said if he was a well-dressed white boy, would I be having this turmoil? He looked anywhere between 12 to 14, I would say.

I felt really sorry for him. He was small in stature. He was taller than I was, but skinny. And his face was scarred up real bad. But I was reminded of my own daughter. I would never want her to be somewhere stranded. And so I thought, well, I will give him a ride. The boy asked to be dropped three miles away near the library. It wasn't a bad area.

And so I thought, oh, okay, with the library, you know, if someone meant to do harm, they wouldn't bring you to the library. He told me that he had to get to his aunt's house. And that's where I was taking him. I even asked him, are you going to be able to stay there tonight? I was worried about it. At that point, I became worried about him.

The boy directed Danielle to a big house in a very good neighborhood. As I pull in front of the house, I'm actually looking up at the house because it's on a hill. And so I'm looking up at it, you know, kind of like, wow, that's a nice... house and i was just like okay and i even asked him i said this house right here he's like yeah stop right here stop right here and i thought okay that's when i hear a voice

His voice but it was very deep and very much in control and very very different and There he is and he's pointing a gun right at me the first thought when I saw the gun and I saw him pointing it at me, as I should have known. I had this feeling that said, don't pick him up. You know, don't do this. And I talked myself into it. I was shocked at the person now sitting next to me in the car. He went from boy, helpless, submissive, well-mannered boy to...

a very menacing, violent, cold, calculating man. Immediately my mind started racing, what am I going to do? How am I going to handle this? Can I talk him out of it? What is going to happen? I was scared. I was scared to death. I had that knot in the bottom of my stomach. My heart, I felt like he could hear it. He demanded, give me everything that you have. I said, fine, take it. I wanted him to know I was not going to fight him. I was not going to resist.

I was not going to die over my belongings. I gave him my purse. And he says, how much cash do you have in there? I said, I don't have a lot of cash, but I have debit cards. And he demanded the PIN number to those cards, which I gave him. Then he sat there for a minute. He says, And your car. You're going to give me your car. And I said, OK. I said, you can have the car. And I opened the door, and I went to get out. And that's when he yelled, no.

He said, you're going to stay here, and you're going to drive me, and you're going to turn where I tell you to turn, and you're going to go where I tell you to go. You'll stop when I tell you to stop. Do you understand me? I said, yes, I do.

Once he took the gun out, he never took it off of me. It was pointed directly at me the entire time. He was looking directly at me the entire time. Not satisfied with stealing Daniel's money and her car, The boy tells her to start driving again. He was very deliberate about go here, go there, go do this. So he knew exactly where he expected me to end up. I wasn't sure where we were going.

And as we're driving, he starts questioning me about the PIN numbers again. What's the PIN number? Are you lying to me? He says, well, if I call somebody on the phone right now and they check out these PIN numbers, would they check out? I said, yes, but I'll take you myself. I'll take you to an ATM right now, and I'll walk up there with you, and you can get the money out. He was too smart for that.

Danielle expected that the boy would direct her towards the projects, but he didn't. He had me turn down a street called 9th, and I was actually trying to get to around 16th Avenue because right in that area there are more gas stations, very well lit. When I didn't turn down ninth, where he said, then he got mad. And I thought, oh gosh, I cannot do this. And so then he told me to make a right down tenth, which I did. There's houses on either side. It's this charming little...

And I'm still thinking, where on earth are we going? While we're driving, he's asking me, are you scared? I wasn't sure how to answer him. I was trying to figure out. what answer he wanted. He looks at me in just a very cold, a cold voice and stare. He started making sexual comments towards me, asking me, what I like. And he asked me, do I like to get effed? And it wasn't just my money. It wasn't just my car. It was going to be my body as well.

At the very least, I was going to be raped. This was not going to end well. There would be no talking him out of this. There would be no, I'm going to be nice to him, and he'll let me go. All my hopes that I would walk away from this really went out the window. And I didn't know whether he was driving me to some abandoned house where there'd be five guys waiting for me, or whether...

It was just him. I didn't know. I knew that at the very least he was going to rape me, and I felt like if he did that, he was also going to kill me. I could see it in his eyes. He had no... regard for me as a human being. He was going to derive pleasure from hurting me. Where is he taking me? Will they find my body right away?

Will it be days before they find my body? Will they find my body? Danielle feared that she would never see her 12-year-old daughter again. I think the moment that you know that you're going to die, that's when you're... head fills with all that stuff. I did. I thought about my daughter and she's 12 and she's at that age where she just needs a mom. That really got to me. That really And I became desperate at that point to get away. I now have no doubt that I am going to die.

And so if I die in the process of trying to escape, I'm no worse for the wear. I have to take that chance. He tells me to make a left hand turn, and that's where it starts to get into an area that maybe I'm not that familiar with. I remember him demanding, slow down, slow down, turn here, turn here. And as he's yelling this at me, I scream, no. I scream, no.

And I hit the gas, I tried to floor it, and I turned my wheel as sharp as I can trying to drive into those trees in the center of the road. I did not get very far. at all and that's when the gun went off and he shot me in the head it sounds like a firecracker it's this pop sound and then i hear this extremely loud ringing in my ears the first thought was

oh my god, I've been shot. And then I put my hand up there, and the blood is just shooting. I mean, it is running down my arms, a lot of it. I'm dying. I am dying. And it's strange because you think there's no way you can survive a gunshot to the head. This wasn't a grace. Danielle ran towards the only house in the street with lights on. I'm holding my head and I'm running.

and I'm screaming at the top of my lungs as loud as I can scream. Both sides of that street are lined with houses, and so I'm hoping this is going to alert somebody. I didn't know if he was chasing me, if he, what he was doing. I thought that he would. I didn't think he was going to let me get away. I came up to a house with the lights on.

I got really scared when I got to the door because they had a porch light on. I thought I'm very exposed right here, and he's seeing where I'm going. If he doesn't shoot me right here, he's going to see me go in this house, and maybe he'll go in the house. A first lady walks up and she just screams and kind of steps back. And then a second lady comes up and throws open the door. And I am just praying, please don't let me die. I can't die. Please don't let me die.

I remember just sitting on the ground, rocking back and forth like this, just holding my head and saying, please don't let me die. And I can hear the woman in the background on 911. Someone just came to my back door. I do not know her name. She has blood on her and she's screaming. Do you need an ambulance? Yes, hurry up. There's blood all over my floor. Okay. And so the cops are going to be here. Just the cops will be here soon. They'll be here soon. And I was frustrated. I'm dying.

And I can't wait for these cops to get here. You make all these kind of like bargains with God, I guess. You know, let me just be deaf. Let me, you know, be paralyzed, but not dead. I have to. be alive. I can't leave my daughter with this. Danielle remembered that the attacker had stolen her purse with her address in it. He now knows he's taken me out. He's gonna go to my house. That's where he's gonna go.

And my daughter's there. I felt my phone in my back pocket. And so I dialed my fiance's phone. And he answered. And I said, don't ask any questions. Listen to me right now. Get in the car. Get Adriana in the car and get out of there now. And that's when the cops came in and the cops took my phone from me and the cop took over and said, she's...

you know, been shot or taking her to the hospital. Danielle's 14-year-old attacker was picked up half an hour later, driving her car. He was just driving around town, joyriding in his trophy. It was almost like his... His prize. Doctors decided it was too dangerous to remove the bullet in Danielle's head. The bullet actually went in behind my ear, went towards the center of my head and hit a bone and ricocheted off the bone. and it stopped just short of my spinal cord in my brain stem.

So they are hoping to just leave the bullet in there. The only contingency of that is whether or not the bones will actually heal around the bullet because the bones in my neck are actually broken right now, which is... why i'm still in this collar the boy who shot danielle was charged as a minor what makes you desire to hurt someone who is extending a hand of kindness to you trying to help you

What is that? I survived because I didn't let him take me to wherever it was he intended to take me. I have said that I have no doubt that he intended to kill me and I stand by that. Had I not jumped out of that car and ran, I would not be sitting here today. I just made a run for it. The questions start early, and then they start multiplying. Do babies hold grudges? How do I know when he's full? Blogging poops, comma, necessary? Raising kids raises enough questions.

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Buy Heart, the formula that answers. Learn more at buyheart.com. It's July 2003 in Kings Canyon National Park, California. 45-year-old Amy has been hiking all her life. Amy likes the freedom to spend time alone in the wilderness whenever she wants. I started hiking alone because it wasn't always easy to get friends to go with me, but I discovered, I rapidly discovered, that I actually preferred that kind of experience.

I do take safety precautions. I let three friends and family members know exactly where I'm going and when to expect me back. I phone them from the trailhead and I phone them when I get back. because I know that these trusted people will come in and find me if I don't return. Amy has planned a hiking trip that covers 170 miles of wilderness in 17 days.

The high point of my trip was meant to be the Tehippity Valley, which is a valley in the very center of Kings Canyon National Park that plunges as deep as the Grand Canyon. It's one of the most remote areas in all of North America. After 12 days hiking into the park, Amy arrived at an entrance trail to the Tehippity Valley. I knew it was an unmaintained trail, but I wasn't concerned. I had talked to somebody two days previously who told me it was accessible.

It's a very steep trail and not well maintained, but I felt strong and confident. I was surging down into the Tehippity Valley and it was late afternoon. I was looking forward to camping as soon as I got to the base of the valley. I had lost my trail earlier that morning and I had lost my trail again. But I had a map and a compass. I knew where I was going and I was confident that I could find the trail again. While climbing back towards the trail,

Amy had to work her way around a steep hillside. I was holding on to a rock with my left hand and a tree with my right hand. My left foot was firmly planted, and as I put out my right foot on what I thought was a firm hold, the rock and the tree gave way, and I was thrust out into midair, and suddenly... from safety to desperation without warning i found myself plunging 60 feet with nothing below me but solid rock

There was nothing I could do to change my fall. I didn't have time to shift position. I didn't have time to pray for help. I landed. And I thought, I'm still alive. And I couldn't believe it because I thought after a 60-foot fall, I would surely be dead. Most people would have been dead. It's like falling off of a six-story building. Astounded to still be alive.

Amy checked for injuries. So I pushed myself with my arms up into a sitting position and looked around and as I looked down at my right knee I saw that it was a gaping crater of flesh with bits of bone sticking out everywhere. I could hardly think about how horrible it was. It was a gaping open wound where I used to have a strong right knee.

Fighting back the pain, Amy wrestled her hiking boots off to see if she could move her toes. I found that I could move my toes just a very little bit. So I thought, this is good. It means I'm not paralyzed. I remember at one point as I tried to shift my body that I almost blacked out from the pain in my hip. I could not move either leg so much as an inch.

I could not move my thighs. I could not move the bottom of my legs. I was so badly damaged that I couldn't walk, crawl, stand up. I knew this was a really bad thing. As Amy wasn't due to finish her hike for another five days, Nobody would be searching for her. I was 25 miles from the nearest trailhead. Nobody knew exactly where I was. There was no cell phone access in that area, especially in a deep ravine.

Nobody was going to be wandering by casually to see me and rescue me, so I knew that I was all on my own. Mercifully, my backpack had fallen within arm's reach. I had my gear with me and I strained backwards, grabbed my pack, pulled it to me and used my first aid kit. The first danger was simply that I would bleed to death as I was bleeding copiously from my right knee.

So without thinking about it too carefully, I padded it up with every bit of extra clothing I had. I tied it as tightly as I dared so that I would stop the bleeding. And I knew even then, if the bleeding didn't stop, I'd have to tourniquet my leg, which would almost certainly mean that I would lose it. I was desperately worried about dying. I knew it that I had been given another chance, but my job was to figure out

How could I possibly extend my life and be rescued? With both legs badly broken and no help in sight, Amy prepares for the freezing night ahead. I was terrified to look again at my injured knee. I could not grasp how horrible it was. I was shaking uncontrollably, and I realized I was starting to go into shock from the injuries.

In that area, it drops to close to freezing every night, and I knew I had to get my body warm somehow or I would very simply die of shock and exposure in that first night. So I did what my mom had always recommended. I made hot chicken soup on my little camp stove and I gulped down the cup of hot liquid and then I just pulled my sleeping bag over me. After a painful night, Amy assessed her situation. I was entirely alone.

I was desperately injured and I had to figure out some way to try and ensure that this second chance at life that I had gotten would continue. It would have been easy to just stay there. slip into unconsciousness, slip into death. And I thought, how much do I want to live? And the answer was there, sweet and swift, yes, I want to go on living. I did not allow myself to consider the probable outcome, which was that I would die entirely alone in great pain in the middle of the wilderness.

Amy still had enough food in her pack to last another five days. Mercifully, I had fallen next to and partially in a small stream. Dying of starvation or dehydration was not my first concern. I knew at the bottom of the valley was a larger trail. And I thought to myself, if I can somehow drag my limp body

down to the larger trail, I can lay myself across the trail and I may still be found before time runs out. I had been calling out randomly, but I knew that since only a handful of people hiked in this area. it was very unlikely that anybody would come by and hear me calling. Despite two broken legs, Amy knew that her only option was to claw her way to the bottom of the ravine. So I tied my backpack to me.

sat on my butt and started pulling myself with my hands, still injured hands, down the ravine, an inch or two at a time. And when I came to a crevice, I would have to use my hands to pick up my feet and move them around the crevice. I figured I had a couple of weeks to make my way down the ravine, so I thought, I'll just keep on going, and eventually I will get there. One inch at a time, one mile at a time. A stream running down the ravine helped Amy to move.

I would shift my body into the stream before I started down the ravine. It helped to numb the pain of my injuries, and it also helped to push me along a little bit. But then I was soaked with water. I knew that I had to keep my gear dry in my backpack because if my gear got soaked, I would have no way of warming my body. So I had two plastic garbage bags that I always carry with me just in case.

and I had wrapped my down sleeping bag in one of those and all of my dry clothing in another. At night, I would pull my warm clothing over my soggy tank top, which had retained some body heat. I wasn't toasty warm and all cuddled up, but I was still alive in the morning. After two days of extreme pain, Amy physically couldn't move any further. So I made myself as comfortable as I could and settled down to spend another night.

This was about as close as I came to losing hope. I was basically in despair. I had done everything that I could, and I knew it wasn't going to be enough. I had been calling out randomly during the last few days, but I knew that it was... really unlikely that anybody would be passing by and would hear me. I was basically at that point talking to myself, but I cried out and that was the moment when I heard the sound.

Two simple toots of a whistle. I abandoned the calm that I had relied on for the last three days and started screaming. just anything I could do to attract attention. And I hollered, help, I have broken legs, help me, help me. I kept on calling because I knew if there was a person out there, This was my chance and quite likely my only chance. So I grabbed my little pot out of my backpack and started banging on it hysterically, clang, clang, clang, clang.

I whacked a hole in the bottom of my water container to use as a megaphone, and I kept on screaming at the top of my lungs. After making as much noise as she could for two hours, Amy heard a person scrambling down the ravine. there he is standing on firm ground. And I burst into tears because I had not allowed myself to lose hope, but I'd honestly never thought to see another person in my entire life.

He said, hi, I'm Jake. And I said, very politely were, I said, hi, I'm Amy. Jake was hiking with his wife, Leslie, and their friend, Walter. My whole body looked like a black eye. I was literally bruised from head to toe. My face was black. My arms were black. My legs were horribly swollen. And he said, can I touch you? And I...

I nodded through my tears and he sat down next to me and ever so gently put his arm around me. Due to Amy's critical injuries, Jake's hiking companion, Walter, sets off on a 25-mile run for help. Walter is a marathon runner, and he was willing to run up the trail out of the Tehippity Valley. This is the equivalent of running out of the Grand Canyon to seek help for me.

First, in the late afternoon, we hear the sound of a helicopter. It comes overhead, and then it leaves. We hear the sound of another helicopter. It circles overhead, and again, we don't think that it has been able to find us. Finally, a helicopter circles overhead and Jake is certain that it has seen us. Unable to land, the helicopter hovered overhead and lowered a stretcher for Amy. As soon as I was loaded into the stretcher,

The pain kicked in, and it was absolutely incredible. I was beside myself. I couldn't think. I could hardly speak. It was screaming agony the whole time of the airlift and the helicopter ride. I still didn't. allow myself to think that I might lose my legs, which was a very real possibility. When I got to the hospital, a doctor told me I had been a few hours from death by septic shock.

The serious infection to Amy's wounds almost stopped her internal organs from working. After multiple surgeries and eight months of intensive physical therapy, Amy went hiking again. I survived because of a combination of my own determination and a whole sequence of miracles. If I had not dragged myself down that ravine for three days, Jake doesn't think that he would have heard me.

So I exhibited my desire to live to the powers that be, and I also dragged myself to a place where I could be heard and found and rescued. So I think that it's a synthesis between miracles and determination.

It's December 2009 in Mazatlan, Mexico. Mark is the captain of a luxury boat specializing in fishing charters. The boat is about 102 feet long. It's 23 feet wide. It's just a huge, big, gorgeous, long-range fishing boat. We were in Mazelan. Sinaloa, Mexico, it's called, at the El Cid Marina. And we had been there for almost two months, fishing out of there. It was very good fishing.

I have two mates that live on the boat with us, that travel with us. They're Mexicans. They have their papers and everything, and they've been with me for five years. Early one evening, Mark was alone on the boat getting ready to go into town. I was turning on the deck lights and the nameplate lights for the boat and everything, making them looking real pretty. And a gentleman knocked on the side of my vessel. He was very muscle-bound.

You know, he had a butch haircut, blue eyes, real blue eyes. And he was a very presentable, nice-looking guy, really. I looked out the window and I said, yes, could I help you? And he says, I have an emergency and I need to borrow your VHF radio. I asked him, I says, do you work on a vessel around here? I've never seen you before on this dock. And he said, yes, I do work on a boat called the Puma.

And I said, that's only three or four boats down. And he said, I know, and I need to call. I need to, there's an emergency on it. Mark welcomed the stranger aboard and showed him to the radio. And I says, go ahead and try and call. And so he put out three distress calls, and nobody answered. And finally I said to him, I says, you're not getting through, so I need to go myself.

I got people waiting for me. He turned to me real quick, and he looked dead in my face and says, I'm not leaving until I get a hold of somebody on the radio. And I went, I'm sorry, but you're going to have to leave right now. Then he turned back and looked me straight in the face and he said, you know, I should just stick you with a knife right now. That's when my whole mind changed. And I thought, you know, either this guy is on some drugs or...

Is he really serious of what he's saying? All of a sudden, he says, OK, I will leave. And I said, great. I think you should leave right now. He was in front of me, and we walked down the stairway, went through the cockpit. stepped on the dock, and then took off a running, I mean, running full bore. I called security right away because I was kind of concerned about the boat, and I asked them if they would stay on the vessel.

When he returned from town, security told Mark there had been no sign of the stranger. The following day, Mark visited the owner of the boat where the stranger had come from. This guy came to my boat and said, he worked for you. He says, yes, he did. He only worked for me for about four hours. And I let him go. I think he was on some type of drug.

Well, anyway, he said he was going to stick me with a knife. Hoping never to see the man again, Mark prepared to fly home to San Diego for Christmas. About five days went by, and it was a Friday morning on December 18th. And I had just gotten off the phone with my son, and he was all excited because I hadn't been home in almost two years. I'm walking up the stairs, and I'm looking at the steps as I'm going up.

to the cockpit of the boat and i i get to the top step and i see two feet and i look up and here's this guy that was on my boat about a week ago and i go what are you doing on this boat His expression on his face, I knew right then something was wrong. And he didn't say one word to me. He just pulled out a knife.

And when he stuck that in my stomach, I couldn't even believe it. He just kept staring at me and just kept pulling the knife out and stabbing and stabbing. I mean, I was speechless. I didn't scream for help. or anything like that, because there was so much fear, and I didn't have anything to protect myself with. And he pulled it out of my stomach, and then he stuck it in the right part of my neck, just jabbed me like that.

The knife wounds to Mark's neck caused nerve damage to his facial muscles. He never once hit me with his fists or anything like that. All he did was use the knife. At times, I saw blood just squirting like a fire hose. out of me. He wanted me to look like he wanted me to suffer a little. I went to grab him and he stabbed me in the top part of my shoulder here and then ripped it down. And the blood was just

pouring out of me. And I go, what are you doing? I didn't know he wanted to finish me off and say, now I'm going to cut your throat. I'm going to kill you. I'm going to cut your throat. And as soon as he said that, I put my left hand like this onto my throat and he took the knife and he went like this and he cut these two fingers off. And I looked down at my hand and I went, oh my gosh.

My index finger and the next finger were just hanging by skin. The bones were completely sheared off. And then he grabbed me, and then he said to me, now I'm going to cut your throat. I'm going to kill you. I'm going to cut your throat. Those are the only words he ever said to me the whole time. That's when I knew that this was it. He was going to kill me. As soon as he cut my throat,

He backed off and that's when I picked up both legs and I kicked him as hard as I could and he went flying against the door. Hit himself real hard. And he stood there, he kind of just froze. At the other end of the boat, shipmate Poncho heard the struggle. I heard one of the mates holler at me, Mark, are you okay?

What in God's name is going on? I says, Poncho, watch out. This guy has a knife. He may stab you. Poncho raced down the stairs to protect Mark. Poncho just reached down and grabbed my chest. and put his arm underneath my, around my chest and pulled me up the stairs. He shut the door and latched it shut and took me off my boat and laid me down on the dock.

and I was bleeding just all over the place. To protect them from another attack, Poncho grabbed a bat used for killing fish. All of a sudden, the hatch door opened, and the guy stepped out. And Poncho hit him dead center on top of the head. And it didn't even phase him. And he dove into the water. From the cockpit of the boat, he dove over the side into the water.

Noticing the commotion, a water taxi chased the man across the water. He swam fast and he almost got to the other side of the marina when the water taxi got him. grabbed him from the water and i heard the guys all holler and say we got him we got a rope around his neck they just started beating him with boards and everything

I mean, the guys were going crazy because they thought I was going to die. A doctor from the Marina Hotel was called. His name is Dr. Miguel, and I said, Dr. Miguel, I need to get a hold of my family. I don't think I'm going to make it here. And he said, Mark, don't you say a word. You're bleeding too bad. I knew that I was just getting weaker and weaker and weaker. And I had never in my life seen that kind of blood, even when we...

Cut fish open, I didn't see blood like I saw on me. I thought that I was never going to see my family again. I knew I wasn't going to see my family again. And the doctor hollered at Poncho, Mark may die. He's losing way too much blood. All I kept saying is, Lord, please keep me alive. I don't want to die yet. I don't want to die. With no time to wait for an ambulance,

The doctor ordered a van to rush Mark to the hospital. Well, I had an eight-mile drive to the hospital in a van with no sirens, no nothing, and I don't know if you've ever driven around Mexico. There's a stop sign as a suggestion. It's not a, people usually don't stop at all of them. All of a sudden we pulled up in front of the emergency at the hospital.

I'm losing blood and still losing blood. They said to me, Mark, we got to get you into surgery. The doctor stemmed Mark's bleeding by burning the skin around his wounds. You know, and I could smell my flesh burning. And all I wanted to do was talk to my family. I didn't know how severe the cuts were. The stab wound to the stomach had missed my colon by minute.

and the cut on this side missed my jugular vein by less than a quarter of an inch. One doctor was able to reattach my fingers, put the bones back together with the pins, and... He said that I would probably not be able to move them, but at least they're both on my hand and I can move them a little bit. The doctor told Mark they had to give him six and a half liters of blood. He says...

Those were the worst stab wounds he had ever seen on anybody. And I worked in ER for almost 30 years. And he says, how you live through it is beyond me, Mark. Mark learned that his attacker had escaped from a U.S. military mental hospital. He was a Navy SEAL and he was discharged from Iraq. And they found out that...

He was completely loaded with meth. Mark's attacker was sentenced to 23 years in a Mexican prison. I'm 66 years old, and I'm physically in great condition. I think that I just... I had enough strength to protect myself, what little bit I could, and I think a lot of prayers from heaven helped me a whole bunch.

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