I am a survivor of gun violence but through this tragedy I gained a purpose greater than myself. My story is one of pain, loss, and, ultimately, resilience. I was shot six times an event that could have taken my life, but by the grace of God, I survived. I owe my survival not only to divine intervention but to the bravery of someone I loved dearly. My boyfriend, Malik, saved my life in that moment. In the act of protecting me, he lost his own. His sacrifice was an unthinkable loss, but it is also a reminder of the love and strength that still guides me every day. Going through something like this changes you in ways you can’t imagine. It also opens your eyes to the epidemic of gun violence in our communities a tragedy that happens far too often. After my recovery, I knew I wasn’t spared just to live but to serve. God gave me this second chance for a reason: to be a voice, a hand to hold, and a light for those who feel lost in the darkness of trauma. When I was healing, I felt so alone. I often thought, “If only I could see someone else who survived this, maybe I wouldn’t feel this way.” I understand now that my journey wasn’t just for me it was for others, too.