CHAPTER 5
When the family came over for dinner a few weeks ago, everyone wanted to hear that part of the story.
What I was feeling. Wasn’t I scared. Did I have any idea the gun wouldn’t go off. How did I ever get to be so brave.
Really, the answer to all those questions is simple.
I knew Willow wasn’t saved, which meant that I couldn’t stand by and watch her die. Not while I had the chance to do something to help her.
The news articles and blog posts tell me I preached for five or ten minutes with the hijacker’s gun pointed at my head. I’m afraid I don’t remember that part either, so I can’t give you many details about what I said.
But I know people have read about me in the news. At one point there was even speculation that I might be an angel because apparently nobody could find me
