I have a friend named Betty. She comes from Honduras. She doesn't talk about this to anyone. I had an interview with her sometime ago about why she moved to Texas. This is her story:
She was living a quiet life in San Pedro Sula with three children and a husband who was a journalist. It was a beautiful life. One day as she was seeing her husband off to work in Tegucigalpa where he worked as an investigative journalist, he was stopped by a woman with a question. The most recent project he was involved in were the roving gangs of street criminals that had overtaken this Capital.
As he was backing out the driveway this woman approached the car. She held nothing in her hands. She was quite striking in appearance. She asked him if he could tell her where she could find a job in the neighborhood. He said no. Suddenly, three men came up to the car one in front and two on the sides. They raised their AK-47's that had been concealed under their coats. Betty's husband died in a hail of gunfire. The three gunmen and the woman ran back to a car and departed. He died instantly while Betty watched in terror.
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