Tragedy is a Time for Gratitude
Around 4:30 am on Monday, August 3rd, 2015, my daughter Hope DeHart was shot in the right temporal lobe with a 357 Magnum hollow point bullet.
Her assailants believed her to be dead, so they cleaned the room, carried her to the hotel parking lot, put her in the trunk of an old Cadillac, and dumped her on a dead-end road next to the Ouick Trip in Keller Texas.
đź’•#1: I am grateful that they left her where she would be found; instead of burning her body in the woods. This happens more than you want to know.
Within 90 minutes of being dumped, Hope was discovered by a truck driver who was running late. He noticed something glowing at the end of the road. To this day, he will not take credit for what happened. He gives all glory to God; as do I.
đź’•#2: I am grateful for Joey the truck driver, who took the time to investigate even though he was already running late!
Next, Joey’s partner ran to QT to seek help while Joey called 911 to report a dead body. Two EMTs happened to be pulling out of QT when confronted by Joey’s partner. When they realized she was still alive, they summoned a $45,000 helicopter ride to the JPS trauma center.
💕#3: I am grateful there were EMT’s in the parking lot next door at the precise time they were needed. I am grateful that she was dumped in an area where a helicopter could land.
My daughter arrived at JPS as a Jane Dow. She had emergency brain surgery and was placed in ICU with little chance of survival without our knowledge.
đź’•#4: I am grateful for Charlie the ICU nurse who assured a dying girl that she had family who loved her and would find her.
Back at the crime scene, detectives were able to track down the shooters and make an arrest for us to be notified by Tuesday the 4th.
đź’•#5: I am grateful the the Northside department of the Fort Woth police for looking out for Hope when she lived on the streets; and to the homocide detectives who solved the case.
I have met the nurses who told me that the entire emergency department was called in for my daughter. They told me that they were responsible for holding her head together while the detectives rolled her fingerprints in preparation for capital murder charges.
đź’•#6: I am grateful for the emergency and ICU staff of JPS and for their program that allows us to pay $30 a month for seizure meds that would otherwise cost $3000.
The first couple of days were touch and go. I became overwhelmed on Wednesday night when they did a CT Scan on my daughter’s limp and lifeless body. My husband came to get me at 4:00 on Thursday morning.
The next day, I awoke to the articles about the arrest of my daughter’s shooters. I was overwhelmed with anger and resentment towards them. I threw myself on my sanctuary floor and begged God for the life of my daughter.
In response to my prayer, the Spirit told me that I need only believe and forgive; and she would be saved. I was outraged by the idea of forgiving the people who had blown my daughter’s head off.
Then suddenly, the Spirit showed me that if the shooters were my patients and the victim was not my daughter, I would be weeping for THEM being involved in such a tragic and horrific thing.
đź’•#7: I am grateful to a God who gives and takes away my perceptions in traumatic times.
I returned to the hospital that Thursday morning in total confidence that Hope was going to be okay. Instead, I was met by a nurse named Paige I had never seen before.
She told us that they had done all they can do; that her body was shutting down and she wouldn’t make it through another day. She stated that all that was left to do was to pray for a miracle; and pray we did.
But we also discussed Hope’s funeral arrangements after watching them do anything to get a response from her: scrape her foot, poke her in the eye, hit her knee. Her reflexes were completely gone.
I remember cleaning blood from beneath her nails: to give her a manicure so she would look pretty.
We had a prayer vigil at JPS where we prayed for the shooters and God’s highest will in Hope’s life.
And the rest is history.
Not only did Hope survive, but she was walking, talking, and home in her own bed by August 30, 2015.
đź’•#7: I am grateful that when the physician says there is no hope, the Metaphysician says RISE!!!
And for ETERNITY, Lord, I am grateful for every moment of my daughter’s life since that dreadful day in 2015.
Rejoice and give thanks! Live one moment at a time; and make it something beautiful. đź’•
✝️🙏🕉
