have you heard that the human mind has the ability to make you see your life flash before your eyes? You might ask yourself for what purpose? I say for the purpose to ask myself where did I go wrong. Perhaps for you to plead clemency to the lord above to forgive you for the wrong you have done. Before he decides it’s the time for your thread to be cut and for you to vanish into this world in a split of seconds but then again that’s just my theory.
Growing up I would hear my mother say “Jessica every choice we make has its good or bad consequences it’s up to you so choose them carefully because it might be you’re the last choice you make!” I never heard my mother's words as loud and clear until one Wednesday night. My mother is a Christina woman, a woman whom others are led by God. By leaving under my mother's roof I can say they are not wrong I would witness my mother mornings and afternoon talking to God and the best way that a lot of Christians would say reading and praying. Also, she would attend every service or even the church. As you can imagen we too went to church wait often. Mondays were prayer meetings Wednesday service and Sunday was service as well. On the day September 18, 2013, I woke up like any other day, got ready for school then came home once school was done so that I could get ready for Wednesday night service like we tent to go to. Just like any other Wednesday night when we were getting ready my mother got a call that one of the members of the church was not feeling well so my mother said to me you and your siblings will be going to church alone because I feel like I need to go pray for sister Gale since she is not feeling well. She gave me clear instructions to go straight to church and come straight home but I had other plans. I said to myself self-mom won’t be at church, so I am going to go over to my friend Paola's job to help her close the store she worked as a cashier. So I thought church starts at 7 pm and finished at 8:30 pm so for sure I will have time to go and come back to pick my sibling’s up, so we can head home, my mother will never know. The store my Paola worked on closed at 8 pm every day. This store was located in east Tulsa, but known to many as little Mexico. The store sold pretty much everything you were looking for like traditional Mexican treats, groceries, and pottery, to even having a little bank where you make transactions of money and send money out of the country.
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When I arrived at my friend's store she ran to hug me and asked what I was doing there. I said to help you close. I didn’t lose time I started to help her stock and work on the closing duties, so we could get out of there so that I would make it back to pick up my sibling before I would get in trouble for not following my mother's order. As the time got closer t to close, I noticed fewer people showed up, just a few here and there doing last minutes shopping for the night. At the time there were only seven people inside the store, two inside the mini bank, a dad and his two boys, my friend and I. I looked at the clock to keep track of time. When she took over the register so that she could go to the restroom before it was time to leave. I said yes of course but don’t take long because, in a couple of minutes, I will have to leave to pick up my siblings from church she said okay and left for the restroom. The restroom was a door away from the main lobby.
I checked the clock no more time as I was grabbing my keys so that I would be ready by the time she came back when I heard glass clashing in the ground my reaction was to look to where the noise was coming from. As I looked up to look I noticed there was a man standing right in front of me with a gun pointing straight at my head asking me “Where was the money” I immediately said in the register looking at him straight into his red eyes. He said not that money, the other money? I said that’s the only money I know about as I felt my voice escaping my mouth. He got closer to my head so that I could feel the warmest gun hole on my head. I am going to ask one last time and if you don’t tell me “where Money is at” will shoot you in your head. As he finished his sentence all I could think about was my mother's wise words “Jessica every choice we make has its good and bad consequences knowing I had made the biggest and last mistake of my life. While I felt my body getting colder and colder my mind played my memory from the beginning of my morning me kissing my mom as she dropped me off to school, to my mother telling going to church with my sibling and come back home. My mind played flashbacks as a reminder as to what I did wrong and that was time for my thread to be cut.
My life thread was over, and all I could think about was my mother and her wise words. As I said to him “I don’t know what money you are talking about!” God knew I wasn’t lying. As I close my eyes with my lost word God forgive me for all my sins. My body cold body was saying its goodbyes as well while my heart was crying out for forgiveness to God and my mother as I knew that everything had come to a stop even my life. For once was truly sorry for not listing to my mother's wise words I heard steps backing up. As I open my eyes I saw the father covering his boy’s eyes and looking down, as to my and Paola picking her head through the door that connected the bathroom and the lobby. Then I looked to where the man was standing and noticed he was walking away pointing his Gun right at me. My body wanted to move out of the gun way! But for some reason my body legs we glue to the spot. I felt my beating its way out of my chest scared for our life’s once the man had existed in the store my legs gave up on me. I was my body went down and fell in slow motion as my friend ran to hug me to check if I was still breathing. I saw how the dad ran out with his two kids before the man changed his mind and finish what he had started. Everyone was in slow mentions as I saw everybody trying to see if I was okay and as they called the police my friend hold me tied to her side as we both cried. When the police arrived they started to ask questions of what had happened. One police officer asked my friend if she knew my parents or if she had their number so that they could call them personality since they knew I was in shock still.
When my mother got there I ran and hug her as I said “Sorry, I am so sorry for not listing to you” and her telling me “It’s okay my Amor it's okay” as we hugged and cried. We were still hugging when a police officer approached us to ask me questions about if I knew the man that attempted to Rob the store to what I said “No”. He proceeded to ask questions question about the man, his characteristic, and if I remember what he was wearing. I told him what I could remember. Like the description which I still remember till this day, light-skinned Man, with a faded haircut wearing baggy clothes with, light brown eyes but seemed irate because they wear red as if something had pirated the eyes with an accent of some kind. When the officer was done asking me all the question he then proceeded to ask my mother question like our address, phone number, and so on to do a follow-up or ask any more question that they had missed. Once my mother was done giving him all the information she then asked if it was okay for us to leave and the officer said yes! As he looked at me and said “I am sorry Hun for what you went through” I said thank you and walked out of the store to never go back to the place where my thread was almost cut.
Many people call it luck, but I know it was not luck! I know it was the God Above, the one that decides to give me another chance of life. God decided that it was not my time yet. This made me realize that I need to listen to my mother more often because my mother didn’t say those words just to make me scared and do what she wanted me to do. Instead, she said them to me because she knew that if wouldn’t listen to those words my choice would someday get me killed. So today because of the grace of God and my mother I am a 26-year mother to a 7-year boy that gets to repeat those same exact wised words to my son and will continue to say them until the day I die.
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