Love and Hate, Great Sadness Without Tears

I arrived at the kindergarten to pick up my three-year-old son, but instead, I walked into a nightmare.

A crazed man, wielding a knife, was attacking indiscriminately. Without hesitation, I shielded my son with my body, feeling the cold steel pierce my flesh again and again. Pain exploded through me as I collapsed into a growing pool of my own blood.

Willy Nelson, my husband, arrived just in time. He subdued the attacker and turned him over to the police, then rushed us to the hospital, summoning the best medical team in the city.