It was around 1:00 on that cold but sunny day: December 9, 2007. Someone was firing a high-powered rifle through the doors of the church and into the masses of people.
“There he is, Jeanne!” another security team member yelled. “He’s coming in the doors right now!”
I wasn’t even supposed to be on duty that Sunday, nor was I even planning on going to church. I made many choices before that cold day, and not all of them were good; but it was the right choices I made in my life that led me to be in that hallway exchanging gunfire.
There is significance in even the smallest choices we make. Each one leads us further down a path. Whether it’s choosing to go to work one more day, choosing to stay in a difficult marriage, or deciding to give someone one more chance, our choices have significance and consequences that are larger than we sometimes realize.
That December day was the most amazing, defining day of my life. I was called a hero and lauded by many. From my perspective, I was simply carrying out the task given me—to protect and serve.