Elise and I served in the same mission, but we were able to meet before she left (one transfer ahead of me). I was dating a boy who knew her family and attended her farewell, it was great. She recently shared this story on Facebook and was willing to let me share it here – it’s a little different from what is normally posted but has a new perspective that is a good reminder.
Elise has been married to her husband for three years. They have a little girl who just turned two last week. She is a stay at home working mom, a photographer, and videographer based out of Southern Utah.
I won’t go into details for legal and personal purposes.
Needless to say, I legitimately thought I might die that day.
By the grace of God, we were both spared with absolutely no physical wounds, although damage was done in other ways.
I have stopped going for walks around the neighborhood due to the anxiety of encountering strangers.
I have anxiety about driving around my neighborhood, and I lock my car doors as soon as I sit down.
The night that it happened, I had a full-on anxiety attack, was sick to my stomach, and my husband had to help me with some calming therapy techniques.
I wasn’t myself for days… I was extra jumpy and anxious at the grocery store. People walking towards me or standing behind me totally freaked me out. Several people ended up apologizing to me for scaring me. haha. Even though they had done absolutely nothing wrong!
The case was going to go to trial and I was called to testify.
I was sick to my stomach for about a week due to anxiety over this whole matter.
Random people and strangers would ask me if I was ok because of this look that I had on my face when I would zone out and think about being in the same room as this man, and being interrogated and attacked by his attorney.
Thankfully, (I think) the case was canceled and my attacker settled so that I did not have to face him in court.
So today I am celebrating.
I am a survivor of aggravated assault with a deadly weapon.
So is my little baby girl.
Justice was served to my attacker, and for that I am grateful.
I didn’t have to go to court and testify (yayyy!)
Now we can move on and leave this icky situation behind us. (Hopefully)
I am especially grateful to God and His angels that he sent to protect my baby girl and myself.
I am forever and ever and ever grateful for the police officers that came to our rescue.
My eyes well up in tears whenever I think of our heroes that serve us on a daily basis and risk their lives so selflessly for ours. THANK YOU!
I am grateful to the good citizens of America that step in to be witnesses and help in such terrible situations.
I am grateful to be alive and well today and for every day that is to come.
I am grateful for a different perspective that I have on life, and the appreciation and respect that I have for victims and people that have near death experiences FAR, FAR worse than mine.
Today I invite you to celebrate with me.
Let us today celebrate our loved ones.
Let us celebrate this day of life that we have been blessed with.
Let us celebrate our heroes and police officers.
Let us celebrate our God Almighty, who is present in the darkest of moments.
And let us celebrate new chapters!