Kim Lingard Brown has no memory of the horrific crime that forever changed her life almost a decade ago.
She doesn’t remember the face of the man who entered the small-town laundromat where she worked and that he intended to rob. She can’t recall—perhaps thankfully—the moment that man raised a .45 caliber pistol and fired one bullet into her right shoulder and a second into the back of her head.
And she has no memory of the two men, both strangers, who placed their hands atop her wounded head and gave her a priesthood blessing even as they waited for the paramedics to arrive.