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When my president was shot

When my president was shot he was watching a theatrical performance

When my president was shot it I thought it was fire crackers

When my president was shot I lost my family

When my president was shot I lost my freedom

When my president survived I knew good was happening

When my president survived I knew there would be change

When my president survived I knew that God loved him

I was there that day, where my president was shot

Before the pops, the cracks of gunfire there was joy and peace,

But we all new something wasn’t right, something was amiss

My Dad and I knew that something has gone wrong

when the anticipation of the moment begun with suspense

I first showed up and saw pallets of water being thrown on the ground. It was a very hot day and clear skies in that Butler Field, the people were all kind, but I was nervous.

There were a lot of things that I saw that day that caused me to feel a little curious as what if questions arose in my mind.

What if this happened or what if this guy made this choice. I will leave the details of these ponderings to myself for now and those that want to hear more.

I was battling health that day, my Dad and I left about two o’clock that evening to head up to Butler, I wasn’t sure the level of support I was offering President Trump that day. My Dad convinced from the beginning of his first term that he was the best thing for our country. I myself was not until this happened. We showed up and everything was peaceful, there were not any slurs of hate or discriminatory remarks being thrown about just people patiently anticipating the arrival of President Trump. It was a scene that unless disrupted all was well.

A little about me, I have been praying for a move of God in our Country for a significant amount of time and I believe it’s coming and has already begun. 🙂

When I was there that day the health issues I was facing and the physical heat of the day and unfortunately the issues other people were facing as well consisted of low energy fatigue, I did feel faint at times, but others did faint and the emergency responders did a great job of taking care of those people. I noticed after many what if conversations and the uniqueness of the American Flag being contorted by the wind to some say, “looked like that of an angel”, I asked my Dad why aren’t they fixing the flag. Little did I know God was about to show up in a Big Way, after many downed bottles of water offered to me by the kind people around me, I saw to my left a twenty something year old girl kneeling down and catching the shade of the people around her. I then decided to try the same thing and sure enough it worked. I knelt down one time catching the shade of the people standing behind me and knew if I stayed down I wouldn’t be able to get back up and so I used it as a quick opportunity to rest and cool off and then I rose again. Standing there with the heat hitting me again asking questions like why is Trump taking so long and what do these secret service agents keep looking at. Clearly there preparing for his arrival, but, what else is going on. I kneel down again, this time is different, in a way I can’t fully explain I just went into prayer as my knees hit, prayer for the people of our nation, prayer for the protection of the people there, and prayer for the protection and guidance for President Trump.

Not long after I prayed that short prayer and stood up Trump’s envoy showed up. I saw it first before the people standing around me and some time later President Donald J. Trump starts speaking I hear his voice, but I lost him in the crowd scrambling to see where he is and not able to find him, the man we were standing there with then tries to point him out to no avail. Then my Dad has me move up and I hear President Trump, but still cannot see him in the sea of red, white, and blue. The bearded guy from Butler then says, there is a podium on the stage where Trump is speaking and “he is speaking, standing behind the podium speaking.” He points.

Just then, just then I was able to take in the view of our American President and what rose up in me next was a conviction to yell out, “the Hand of God is on this man’s life” and it happened, pop, pop, pop, pop, my first thought was, “some idiot kid just lit off some fire crackers. But there was an eerieness about. My Dad and others in the crowd them murmer stay down as we get as close to the ground as humanly possible. My Dad as usual, the guy willing to brave the worst of thunder storms to get a glimpse, then rose up with a few other guys in the area to see what happened. I on the other hand did not pleading with my Dad to get down after hearing, “is he shot?”, “did he get shot?’’

Two minutes later, “a long while considering what just occurred,” security then runs by the fence line 20 feet away yelling, “stay down”. I’m thinking adrenaline pumping, “I’m gonna kill those kids, how selfish” and “you don’t have to tell me twice”, and then the reality sets in, the President of the free world was just shot, so many questions racing through my head, I knew prayer was the best response, so I began praying quietly as my dad and others encouraged me to pray. Jesus was there, I know it for one because he is everywhere and there is nowhere he isn’t, but by the responses of the people I saw him and quite honestly how I responded as well. We then about 5 minutes later were told to leave straight out the entrance and droves of Trump supporters then exited as cattle. This was the most fearful moment for me consistently fearing then, seeking someone out who needed prayer, and then fearing again thinking, “are we being herded away to our death?” I then prayed for a girl and her boyfriend she was very distraught, God was keeping me together as I was questioning what will happen next. Women were speaking on the phone frantically and people walking by said they, “saw blood”, and “he was hit in the ear”, the most clear of those voices a women I overheard very clearly stating, “He was shot.” I’m thinking who was and then it dawned on me, when I was laying down ready to get up, I heard a roar coming from the front of the crowd, we now know that this was the victorious moment, and if I may say bad a** reaction of President Trump getting up bloodied ear and foot after just being shot, fist pumping in the air yelling “FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT!”

God was with him and God was with us, I arrived home safely and rushed over my neighbors as we knew they had the news on watching what happened and puzzled of the true result. It has taken a while to heal from that day’s events and I am just grateful to be alive, but not everyone was not that fortunate that day.

Corey Competore, thank you for your sacrifice and your devotion. RIP Brother