Having found hundreds of victims and fought the forces of evil, we were one step closer to freedom. My flock was working hard, shooting straight and true, and when the forces against us lay lifeless and forever gone, I moved too fast.
He shot with the shotgun to kill, but you spared me. The pain was intense, and the lesson hard. I thank you for the penance. Brave and true, my new friends tried to rescue me, but that is what the leader of evil was waiting for. With his focus on more murder, he failed to notice me slide my personal defense gun to point at him. With careful aim, I destroyed him as he was about to destroy my friends.
As I lay waiting for the shuttles to carry off victims to safety, I prayed then. You have plans for us, and I couldn’t imagine how this fit in your plan.
Now, I understand part of the plan. Dr. Stitches was able to save both my arm and leg, despite massive damage. He regenerated tissue, and prescribed painful physical therapy at high G to build up muscles. But then I did something few of his patients ever do – I stayed in the medic bay to heal up. I have checked the records, and the previous record for a conscious patent to remain there was 6.4 hours. I stayed there 12 days. Dr. Stitches needed my council, he has a range of issues which we prayed together about. Heavenly Father, heal his deep wounds, soften the hearts of those who don’t understand him.
I feel that by being the first around that corner, I prevented someone else from being shot. Use me to keep them safe. I know my example is likely to be copied by others. (or at least my weapon choice is going to get copied)