I was mopping the floor of a courthouse when I received the call that my seventeen-year-old son had been sh0t through both kneecaps by the county sheriff, and that the man had actually laughed while my boy screamed. Less than an hour later, I was standing beside my son’s hospital bed
PART 1 I was mopping a marble courthouse floor when I got the phone call that my eighteen-year-old son had been shot through both kneecaps by the county sheriff, and …
I was mopping the floor of a courthouse when I received the call that my seventeen-year-old son had been sh0t through both kneecaps by the county sheriff, and that the man had actually laughed while my boy screamed. Less than an hour later, I was standing beside my son’s hospital bed Full Story