The Doctor Said You've Been Stabbed 14 Times

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Real people. The more I pulled, it felt like the tighter it was getting on me. The only way you're going to get loose is to rip your hand off. And I go, I don't know if I can do that. Who faced death. He went from guilt. I'm sorry, look, to... I'm gonna kill you. And live to tell how. What's gonna happen? Am I gonna be raped? Am I gonna be killed? Is this... Is this it? This is I Survived.

It's July 1996 in Chicago, Illinois. Angela had just finished high school and was preparing for college. I was 17 years old and I had just graduated from high school. My senior year of high school, I was a homecoming queen. It was such a great life to feel like your whole world is in front of you. I was getting ready to go away to college in the fall, and I was working at a shopping mall to pay for my upcoming college expenses.

It was 6.30 on a Saturday evening, and I had gotten off of work early to go to a graduation party. So I was leaving my job. And I was walking across the parking lot, and I loved music. I was carrying a CD in my hand, and I was singing out loud to myself. And nobody was around. Until I stopped in my tracks and this fleeting chill ran out my spine and I turn around and there's a guy following me about 10 feet behind. This maybe 50-year-old white man.

wearing a gray t-shirt, green work pants, thick glasses, messed up hair. He definitely had that creepy vibe about him. All of my internal alarms were going off, but I actually just felt embarrassed that this person had heard me singing, and I could feel my cheeks turn bright red, and I didn't think anything of it. I walked to my car.

I put the key into the lock and then all of a sudden I saw this shadow come up behind me and he grabbed me from behind and he put a knife pressing at my throat. I thought that this was just a robbery at first, so... i did glance around my eyes were darting around the parking lot nobody was around so there was no one to scream to and with this knife at your throat you you just you don't know what to do your whole body just freezes in fear

I offered him any money in my wallet. I said, take my wallet, take whatever you want. And he said, it's not your money that I want. And that line made me realize that this was a very serious situation. He tried to force me into my car, but the council that separated the passenger and the driver's seat, he wasn't able to get me over the seat, so he said, this isn't going to work, he muttered.

And so he grabbed me out of the car, still with the knife to my throat, and forced me into his car, which was parked just feet from my car, just a mere couple feet. And I just thought to myself, Had he been watching me? Had he been stalking me? Because his car was parked so close to mine that this feeling of dread just kind of overcame me. In the car,

He'd grabbed both of my wrists and took them behind my back and used zip ties to restrain my arms behind my back. And then I saw him take these band-aids and peel off the... the white strips and place it on my eyes, two of them, one horizontal and one vertically in the shape of a cross, and then put sunglasses over my eyes to conceal the Band-Aids.

And he was so practiced. I knew that he had done this before. It was just so methodical and practiced that in my heart of hearts, I knew that this was not his first time doing this.

So he asked me what my name was, and I made up a name. I said, Nancy, what's yours? And he just snapped, it doesn't matter what my name is, and he just kept driving with his eyes to the front. Every time that I tried to talk to him, saying, you know, you have to let me go, all these things that I kept saying to him, my parents are going to be looking for me, no response, no reaction. And when you think of, like, a psychopath,

That's what I think of, is somebody like that. No expression, no emotion, totally stoic. I think that is really what frightened me the most, is seeing him have no emotion in this whole experience. I didn't know where we were going. I didn't know how far we were going. All these questions in my mind racing. The not knowing, I think, was the hardest part of it. That's when I...

I lost it, and I started to sob. And through these tears, I think it actually loosened the band-aids a little bit. He didn't know that I could see. But as we were driving, I could see down to either side, down to the left and down to the right. But he didn't know that. And I'm seeing all these cars zoom by. And here I am, completely helpless, completely powerless.

thinking, should I try and mouth for help as these people are driving by? But I felt like there was really nothing that I could do. I kept thinking to myself, if I get out of the situation alive, he's not getting away with it. And so I remembered all these details of the route that we were going and details about his face, the car, the beaded seat cushion, the city sticker, the broken antenna, all these things that I could catalog in my head.

And for me, that was a way that I was able to regain power. As we were driving, I was able to wriggle my hands out of the restraints, even though these plastic zip ties were so tight, I was able to wriggle my hands free. And I kept him behind my back and surveyed the situation. And I had seen that he took the knife, put it into the cardboard sheath, kept it at his side. The seatbelt was on me. The door was locked. And I...

I thought to myself, even if I was able to roll out of the car, if I broke an arm, if I broke a leg, at least I was out and at least I was free. I just took this giant deep breath and tried to undo the seatbelt and get to the door. But he was too fast, slams on the brakes, grabs the knife, puts it to my face, and says, try that again, bitch, and your face won't be so pretty anymore.

As we were driving down the expressway, getting farther and farther away from the mall, farther and farther away from any area that I knew, that dread started to build and build. We're driving down the expressway and I see him start to pull off. The man pulled into a secluded forest.

all these questions in my mind. Should I try and run? I don't know where I am. There's nobody around. I thought maybe I should try and get out of the car and try and run for help. And I had this image of him chasing me down. cutting my throat in the woods. And so I just kept listening to my instinct, and my instinct told me to stay in the car. I can hear this rustling in the back, and he asked me what dress size I was.

So weird, so confusing, but I remember my stomach just dropped, you know, thinking, what is going on? Heard him rustling in the back, pulls out this evening gown, and he tells me to take off my clothes.

Every single piece of clothing that I took off just felt like, you know, just making me more and more scared, more and more helpless. He helps me put on this evening gown and kind of... wriggles it down, and it's this long dress, almost like a prom dress, and he takes the zipper and zips it up the side, and it fit like a glove. How did he know exactly what size I was? And that was so scary and so creepy.

And then this other shirt was put on me, this red satin shirt, and I just felt like I was being dressed up just like a doll. And these questions of what's going to happen? Am I going to be raped? Am I going to be killed? Is this it? So I'm sitting in the passenger seat of the car, wearing all these layers of these satin clothing, feeling just like a rag doll. And I heard him unzip his pants. He just

grabs me even closer to him as he grabs my hand and puts it on him. To be forced to do something like that against your will and to feel like all you were there for was just a thing, an object.

was traumatizing. My eyes were shut so tight, but I know that there was a couple of tears that had fallen, and after he had finished, he cleaned... himself off with this handkerchief and he took it and he wiped the tears with that off my face and it was just so repulsive and with that same handkerchief he wiped his fingerprints off my keys and

All of these feelings are going through me and I knew that he had done this before and every cell in my body just felt like I want to make sure that this guy gets brought to justice and that's what kept me. going through this is just knowing that I was going to do everything I could to get this guy to pay for what he did. The man told Angela to change back into her own clothes. He tied her up again and drove out to the forest.

He pulls back onto the expressway and it takes a good solid few minutes for me to realize that we're actually heading back towards town. It's a sense of relief mixed with dread and confusion because I don't know if we're headed back. I don't know if I'm home free and safe. I have no idea. Even...

As I realized the direction that we're going, I still have no idea. Am I going to be safe? Am I going to make it out? Is this okay? What's happening? He finally drives back, not to the mall that he picked me up from. but from an adjacent outdoor shopping plaza. And he pulls into a parking garage and slowly starts to drive up the kind of circle that rounds about up to the top floor.

He takes a handkerchief, he grabs me out of the car, opens the door to the stairwell with the handkerchief and shoves me inside, and he orders me to count to 100. And of course I wasn't going to do that. I tried whatever I could to hurry up and get my arms free, my eyes free to try and catch his license plate, but the car drove off too fast.

So in this stairwell, I remember just walking down the stairs, feeling very, everything was moving in slow motion, and I wanted to get mall security to drive me back to my car so I could try and get help. I... walked over to this man who was doing paperwork and he was looking down and when he looked up his face I mean his emotions were pretty apparent his face just fell and said I'm calling the police

And I knew that I was a mess. My clothes were a mess. Mascara was all over my face. You could tell that I had been crying. My arms were red and lacerated from where my hands were bound behind my back. So I knew that he knew something was wrong. Angela was taken to the police station and interviewed by a detective. He says, well, I need to ask you a question that I ask all the victims that come in here. After I told him my story, he said, are you lying?

He said, are you in an abusive relationship? Does your boyfriend hit you? Because sometimes girls get themselves into situations. Didn't believe me. I stood up out of my chair at the police station, clenched my fists, and I walked out of there. We put so much pressure on the police station to take this seriously that they finally put two new detectives on the case. And the two new detectives said to me, Angela, we have kids of our own. We're going to do everything we can to catch this guy.

So I did a sketch of his face, and that's actually how they caught him. They had it faxed over to the police stations, and someone recognized him. Angela's description led to an arrest two weeks later. Robert Coppa was on parole for a murder committed 15 years earlier. He was charged with sexual assault and aggravated kidnapping.

At the end, it took four years for my case to come to trial, but it was really empowering to be able to be up on that stand and look at him and say, this is what he did to me. And to look at him in court, and he would just stare this icy... stare at me. But it really helped me regain some type of power in my own life to be able to take it through the criminal justice system. And I wouldn't wish that pain and stress upon anybody

but I wouldn't take the experience back. Robert Coppa was convicted and given a life sentence. And I feel like we can't choose what happens to us in life, but we can choose our response. I survived because I listened to my instincts. I think I heard that little voice inside my head that told me to stay in the car, that would help me through the situation. And I don't know if it's faith, I don't know what it was, but it was that... instinct that I think kept me alive.

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It's November 2010 in Auburn, New York. Pat owns a small farm in Cayuga County. Well, I got back from church that Sunday morning, and I told my wife after we had breakfast, I said, well, I'm going to go out and I'm going to start combining. I said, you know, we've got a couple nice days, and I want to try and get as much of my soybeans done as I can. I try and do all my own crops myself.

So I take off out of the house and I go over and I head over to the field with a combine. It's very dangerous. There's a lot of moving parts on it. There isn't a part on that machine that is really... to be really safe I mean because a lot of parts on the combine there's no shields on them because the combine is a piece of equipment that you can't put all the covers and shields on because you have to see some of the machine actually working.

I combined one field and I got five acres done and then I started down to another field. And when I was coming down to the other field, I heard this loud noise on the machine and it started making a lot of rattling and banging. I go, wow, that's not good. So I shut the machine down.

This pulley was shot the Baron had gone on in a while. I go I shut the machine down already. I go well I think I got another one I'll walk back to the you know It's about three-quarters of a mile to my where my farm is you know where the house is and where my garage is Pat returned to the combine and replaced the broken pulley. I fired it up. I go, I better make sure everything's working all right on this machine after I got the belt back on it and everything.

i got it running i got the machine running full till i mean you know i don't know what the rpms was on but it was running rather fast so i'm walking around the machine i go well everything looks like it's working okay so well maybe i can get i can start combining again I get back up in the combine, and I start it all back up. You know, the header and everything, make sure everything's working all right. Well, I go to let the header down, and oh, darn it, I didn't take the header lock off.

The header is the part of the combine that cuts the crops. The lock holds the header up so that when you know if you're working on it, it won't come down on top of you. It's a safety lock. The machine was running. And like a fool, I didn't go back up and turn it off. Well, it'll only take a millisecond. I'm not going to walk back up into the combine now. You know, I'm in a hurry, you know. To undo the header lock, Pat had to reach past a rotating shaft.

So I had reached through there rather than turn the machine off and I grabbed a hold of the header lock and I raised it up and just as I got it raised up and got it hooked into place, I felt a quick tug on my arm. I go, wow. And the next thing I know...

My hand is all wrapped around this shaft. I could still see my hand, but the shaft was turning. And the pressure that was pulling on my arm was unbelievable. It was excruciating pain. The pressure was, I didn't think I was going to be able to take the pressure. I looked down, my hand was all wrapped around the shaft, and my clothes at the same time I had coveralls on. This one-piece suit I had was no longer a one-piece suit anymore. It was all wrapped around the shaft.

I was completely exposed except for where the cloth was wrapped around the shaft, was wrapped around my waist, pulling me in, squeezing the life out of me like a tourniquet. And I could feel the leg. my legs started to get real hot and I looked down at my leg and well the shaft was starting to burn into my skin on my leg and it was burning on the one side and then I could feel it starting to pull on the other side.

And I could feel the shaft was getting hot. I mean, it was burning my skin off. It was literally tearing the skin off my leg and burning it. I'm getting pulled in tighter and tighter. The more I pulled, it felt like the tighter it was getting on me. And I couldn't stand the pain.

I go, God help me. I said, I don't know how much more of this pain I can take. And I'm looking down. I'm assessing the value of my hand. I'm looking at my hand. I go, Pat, that hand, the only way you're going to get loose is to rip your hand off. And I go, I don't know if I can do that.

And I started to feel a little bit sick, and I just told myself, Pat, this isn't the time to get sick now. We've got to get out of here. By this time, it's been at least probably five minutes, and this shaft's pulling and pulling and pulling. And I go... i'm gonna run out of energy if i don't get out of here soon i have only one option i gotta rip my hand off so i just kept pulling and pulling as hard as i could and all of a sudden my hand just

just pulled right off my body, and I could feel it sliding right off the end of my bones, the bones of my arm. And once it slid off the end, it was like a suction sound, and I could feel the cold. It felt cold when it was running over the ends of the bone. And I looked down and all I had left is I had two bones that used to hold my hand. And I see my half hand flying around on this shaft. And I go, God, I've lost my hand.

that's not the biggest problem i've got now i got to get out of here my body is still stuck to this shaft because all the clothes i had on i mean i had you know full coveralls on they were all wrapped around my waist my legs were exposed i had nothing on the top of me all i had left on was a hat shoes and socks and clothes wrapped around my waist that was pulling me into the shaft which was spinning at least 1800 rpms or more

You know, I'm going to lose my life if I don't get loose because, I mean, this thing is squeezing the life on me. I can't even hardly breathe anymore. I was stuck, and I kept twisting my arm back and forth trying to get some leverage. I couldn't get any leverage.

And my hand was just picked clean, just like a chicken bone. You know, if you went out there and you got some chicken wings, that's what it looked like. All it was was just the two bones. They weren't broken. They were all still there. But I couldn't get my arm to move enough to get loose. So I go, wow.

Maybe if I reach over, maybe if I break those bones off. So I reached over with my other hand and I twisted as hard as I could trying to break those bones. All I felt was severe, excruciating pain in my elbow. I go, I can't do that. That's too much. I can't do that. There's got to be a better way of getting out of here. I got to push as hard as I can.

maybe I can stop this belt from turning this machine over, this part that's pulling me in tighter and tighter, because if I don't do something pretty soon, I'm either going to bleed to death or this thing's going to just, it's just going to pull me in and squeeze the life out of me so I can't breathe anymore.

So I started pulling as hard as I possibly could and I took my hand and I put it over my bicep and I started pulling and pulling and pulling and I pushed my head down the machine. I finally used my head for more than just a hat rack.

And I pushed as hard as I could with my head and the arm, what was left of my arm, and I had my elbow up against it, because even though it was all raw, I figured whatever leverage I could get, it's going to do me the best to get out of here. I pushed as hard as I could, and I go...

i don't think i'm gonna make it i go god help me and i said god help me again and just as i said that i could feel felt like i had hands pulled on both of my shoulders i couldn't turn around and see if there was anybody there or not but i know that there was someone there because I could feel the pressure pulling me out as I was getting pulled in. All of a sudden, the shaft starts slowing down. I could smell a belt burn. I go, wow, that smells like rubber burn.

And I go, wow, I think I got a chance. I think I'm slowing this machine down. Pat has to rip off his hand to release himself from a combine. His entangled clothes are still pulling him slowly into the machine. I'm still stuck in there for quite some time. I'm figuring probably by now, it seemed like an eternity, but it's probably only maybe about 15 minutes. And this shaft's still turning and it's pulling me in tighter. And I'm pushing as hard as I could. And finally...

I could smell the belt burning, and all I could see was this blue smoke. My eyes actually started to feel like they're starting burning. All of a sudden, it just released. I actually stopped. I burned off the belt. I stopped that shaft from turning.

Pat had stopped the shaft, but the combine was still running. I wasn't loose yet. The shaft wasn't turning, so I reached over and I grabbed this 20-inch pulley and I started turning it backwards. So I got it turned enough enough so I could start pulling my clothes out of there.

And I finally got myself loose from the shaft, and this machine's still running full till. I mean, it was full throttle all the way. And then I went up and I shut the machine off. I really felt like a happy man, like the happiest man in the world. I mean, I could not believe that I had burned off a belt on a machine and stopped the shaft from actually turning with all that force with just my own little body. I can't believe I walked away from that. I started back out of the combine.

I started down the steps, you know, it's a little hard when you got one hand trying to pull yourself in and up out of this, because this thing's off the ground probably about six feet. And then when I came back down, I go, wow, I want my hand back. Maybe they can put it back on. It doesn't look very good, but...

Maybe they can save it. I don't know. So I started cutting my hand out with these pair of wire cutters, and I finally got my hand loose, and I went back up in the combine. I go, well, I got to get something to wrap around my arm. If I do get rescued, you know, I don't want to be...

completely naked so I took the sweatshirt and I wrapped it around my center section I tied it off the best I could with you know with the one hand and I held the bones down there to pull it up tight I'm looking at myself boy I'm a sorry looking sight

I know you've seen Freddy Cougar before. I said, but I think I look worse than Freddy does right now. I got blood all over me. I have no clothes on. I got a hat and a sweatshirt and socks and shoes. Starting to feel lightheaded and weak, and I was getting really nauseous. I go, well, I think...

I better get out of here as fast as I can. I knew I couldn't run because I felt too weak to run, but I knew if I walked real fast, I was going to find help. One way or another, somebody was going to find me. Pat has to wrench his hand off to free himself from a combine.

He staggers back towards his farmhouse, feeling weak and nauseous. I'm walking down the road and all of a sudden I look down and there's the dog. You know, there's my fearless dog. Dog comes running and she's walking down the side of the road, you know, looking at me like, you know.

dog i could tell the dog knew that there was something wrong with me it was helping me to safety i thought probably but i feel a little more comfortable at least the dog knows i'm alive so i'm walking down the road and i get about a half a mile and i look down and i see my cousin out in the yard he's out there

burning papers or trash or something and uh and i look over him he's just staring at me you know here this guy's walking down the road and then i was a really sorry looking sight it's something you really didn't want to see he was in shock

And the guy is the fire chief for Union Springs Fire Department. So this guy sees stuff like this all the time. But he doesn't see a guy walking down the road, holding his hand in his hand with no clothes on, with a sweatshirt and a hat on. And I go, Garrett, Garrett, I need help.

He comes running up to me and he says, Pat, sit down, sit down. And he just takes off and he turns around. I go, he's going to leave me here. He takes off running and he turns around and he gets to his house and he turns around. I'm right there. He says, Pat, I told you to sit down. I says, Garrett.

I'm holding up my arm with the two bones. I said, you know what, Garrett, I've been left alone too long already. I said, I need help now. An air ambulance arrived to take Pat to the hospital. And I was laying around the ground before they airlifted me out. They were taking my pulse and stuff, and they said, well, we don't have any vital signs on them.

And my cousin's going, my brother goes, he says, well, maybe he's already dead and just doesn't want to die, you know, and everybody starts laughing. He says, well, we got to try and get some vital signs. Well, I'd lost so much blood that they couldn't get any vital signs. Surgeons were unable to reattach Pat's hand.

They cut it about halfway down to my wrist. Between my elbow and to my wrist, I'm about halfway. So I got about four inches, four and a half inches from my elbow out. But whatever I got, I'm happy with. I'm happy to be alive. I survived because... I'm not ready to go yet. And the only reason why I think I know that I made it is because I had, you know, help from the other side. I really had help because I had hands pulling me out of that machine because there's no way.

Anybody could possibly burn a belt off on a machine like that without having help. They say you have guardian angels. I think I have a few of them watching over me.

It's December 1991 in Houston, Texas. 14-year-old Tricia is at home alone. I kind of was doing my normal morning routine. I was... I'd just taken a shower and my bath and had gotten dressed and I was waiting for a TV show to come on. I was sitting there and the doorbell rang. I got up and went to the door, opened the door, and there was a young man standing there. He looked at me and he actually asked me, do you remember who I am? And...

I was pretending that I did, and I was like, oh yes, I remember who you are. I remembered who he was when he mentioned a girl's name. Trisha recognized 15-year-old Steven as a friend of a friend. I remember he was sweating profusely. He said that he needed a glass of water. And I turned around to go to the kitchen, and he followed me right in the house.

And I told him right off the bat, I said, my mother's not here right now. She'll be home shortly, and you can't stay, but I'll get you the water. He was telling me about his grandmother. who he wanted to go see and who he wanted to live with. And she was sick, and so I was leaning on the side of some sympathy. He asked me if there was any way that I could get him some money. And I told him that there was no money at the house. He looked at me, and he said he understood and that he was going to.

Try and speak with some other friends and see if he could get some money up to go to California The end of our conversation He pointed toward his hand and he said he had something in it. I Asked him if he wanted a needle And he said no. Do you have anything sharper? I proceeded to go into the kitchen, and I grabbed the biggest knife in the drawer, and he put the knife in his hand, and he just...

cut into his hand and blood started dripping down from his hand onto the kitchen table. I told him, I said, you have to get over the kitchen sink. And in my mind, I was thinking, you are nuts.

I said, Stephen, give me the knife. Let me clean it up and put it up. And he turned around, and he just glared at me and gave me the coldest glare I've ever seen in my life. He didn't say anything to me. He came towards me with the knife, and he kept coming towards me. And somehow I tripped, and I was on the floor at that time. He proceeded to... kneeled down over top of me, and started stabbing me in my chest. I was fearing for my life. I really was. I didn't know why this was going on.

And I was scared. I wanted him off of me. And I just kept thinking that I was going to die. He went from blank stares, to a remorse, guilt, I'm sorry look, to I'm going to kill you. I said, Stephen, why are you doing this? And as he was taking the knife out of my chest, he said, shut up, you stupid bitch. He then proceeded to stab me one more time, and the knife went all the way into my chest. He took the knife out of my chest.

And there was a coldness within my body. There was no pain. There was just a coldness. I continued to fight with him even after he stabbed me in the chest. I put my arms up just to protect myself as much as I could. And he just repeatedly just came after me over and over again. Trisha fought with Steven and tried to get to the phone. I struggled to get up on the counter. He was very close behind me.

I pushed the nine and the one on the phone. And as soon as I got the one in, he grabbed the receiver of the phone from me, yanked it out of the phone. and he sliced my throat with the butcher knife. I remember how cold it was, just the steel just going over my skin, just breaking my neck wide open. He had the receiver. And I thought that, OK, he's got the receiver in one hand. He's got the knife in the other hand. I might have a chance to try to get the knife away from him.

I ended up grabbing the blade of the knife, and he had the handle. And he yanked the handle back, and it severed all the tendons in my fingers. But I just remember it didn't hurt again. It just felt real cold and just real, almost a wet feeling. Steven dropped the knife during the struggle. I remember the sound of the knife hitting the floor. And shortly after the knife hit the floor, my knees buckled, and I hit the floor. And I looked up, and he was standing on top of me.

He proceeded to kick me in my stomach, and he kicked me in my head, and I passed out. I came to, and I heard in the background. Somewhere in a far distance, it sounded like a door had shut. I didn't know if he was, had come back through the house to finish what he had started or not. I looked around, and there was blood everywhere. I could see the bloody knife on the floor very near me. And I was just looking around.

I didn't know how I was going to get out of the spot that I was in, that I was stuck in my own blood. I didn't know how much blood I had lost. But I knew that I had to find a way out if I was going to live. I was just playing over and over. Get out. Get out of the house. and I passed out again. I just woke up, and I was in the hallway. I do not know how I got to the hallway. I had turned to my right, and there was a mirror from the floor to the ceiling. And I remember I bumped into the mirror.

I don't recognize myself. I have just tons and tons of blood all over me. My hair is just thick and covered in blood. My hands, my whole body, my white nightgown is now red.

And I remember I reached up with my hand and I put it into my neck and I was just feeling my neck and my hand was inside my neck and I was just looking at myself. And just it was a dream. It felt like it was a dream. I didn't think I had that much time left. I just saw the front door, and I had to figure out a way to get to it. I passed out. I woke up, and I see the door, and I'm reaching out to get the door open. Finally, I kind of slithered like a snake.

out of the door, the first door, and I hit concrete. It was so cold. I remember it being so cold. There was nobody around. It was deadly quiet. It was just still. I was screaming at the top of my lungs, someone to help me. And I just kept calling out, just help, help me. I saw an outline. of a person come halfway across the street. And it was a man. And I remember he stopped at the edge of the street. And he turned around, and he went back to his house.

The next thing I know, he came halfway across the street, and then his mother was standing there, and she was calling 911. I remember them telling me, you know, Trisha, you're going to be OK. You're going to be OK. We have help coming for you. Tricia was rushed by helicopter to the hospital. The doctor said, you had been stabbed 14 times in all. And we did eight-hour open-heart surgery on you to repair your heart.

And you're lucky to be alive. Trisha's attacker, Stephen Wilson, evaded the police and fled the state. It was one thing to get through the physical attack and the healing process of the physical wounds, but it was a whole other struggle to get through. He had taken on a new identity. He was a new person. He wasn't anybody that I knew. And he was out there. 12 years later,

I got a call from a detective saying that Stephen confessed to stabbing me. He was in prison, and he confessed to what he had done, and we were going to bring him back. And he was going to be tried for attempted murder. Stephen Wilson has already served 12 years for three counts of rape to his stepdaughter. He is now in custody, awaiting trial for the aggravated assault of Tricia. I'm so relieved. It's an overwhelming relief to know that I don't have to fear.

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