{"id":2456,"date":"2019-05-23T13:23:45","date_gmt":"2019-05-23T17:23:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/iblog.dearbornschools.org\/journalism\/?p=2456"},"modified":"2019-05-29T15:10:15","modified_gmt":"2019-05-29T19:10:15","slug":"the-day-i-almost-died","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/iblog.dearbornschools.org\/journalism\/2019\/05\/23\/the-day-i-almost-died\/","title":{"rendered":"The Day I Almost Died"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI was afraid to go out, I always felt paranoid like I was in the open and vulnerable. I went out only if I was with friends or in a tightly packed area.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The year was 1992. Martine Sullivan and her friends April Kincaid and Timothy McGee went to a\u00a0 party in Midtown Detroit. She had just come back from a trip from New Orleans for Mardi Gras so she was excited, happy, and felt great to be back with her friends.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Martine was having a good time. The DJ was playing Reggae music with cool sound effects and flashing lights. Then her favorite song came on, \u201cCheck the Rhyme\u201d by <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">A Tribe Called Quest<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">. The crowd was hyped and everyone was dancing. They were doing a popular dance called\u00a0 \u201cEast Coast Rump\u201d.\u00a0 Almost everyone at the party was friends so it was escalating into a very cool evening.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Then suddenly her friend Magnolia grabbed her arm tightly digging her nails into her arm Martine jerked her arm away. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She saw orange sparks and heard sharp, crisp noises. She quickly went into a panic knowing it was gunshots. Everyone was laughing because they thought it was just sound effects from the song. Then someone yelled out, &#8220;He has a gun!&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Then Martine felt like she was in slow motion, everyone scattered and was in a panic. In disbelief, she just stood there and then she felt a sharp pain in her right knee but because of her adrenaline, she wasn\u2019t really focused on it.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Suddenly everything was back to normal, chaos was happening and everyone was panicking so she pulled her friends down to the floor and just laid quietly while hearing cries, screams,\u00a0 and whimpers.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Then a quick pain came in her knee. In our interview, her exact words were, \u201cIt felt like a giant marble going straight through my knee\u201d. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She tried to stay calm and stay quiet so that the shooter didn\u2019t come back in and finish the job. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">After 10 minutes they all got up and noticed they were the only people.\u00a0 Their friends called ambulances for Martine and Tim who also got shot but in the thigh. Their recovery was slow.\u00a0 After a short hospital stay,\u00a0 Martine and Tim both had physical therapy. Martine struggled more because the bullet went through her knee.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">During her recovery from the shooting, Martine remembers was also being affected mentally too. When I asked her about it she responded with, \u201cI was afraid to go out at night.\u00a0 I always felt paranoid like I was out in the open and vulnerable. I only went out if I was with friends or in a tightly packed area. Thankfully both survived and are now still to this day all friends.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>By: Hassan Abboud<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cI was afraid to go out, I always felt paranoid like I was in the open and vulnerable. I went out only if I was with friends or in a tightly packed area.\u201d The year was 1992. Martine Sullivan and her friends April Kincaid and Timothy McGee went to a\u00a0 party in Midtown Detroit. 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