It is easy to post a news article but it is really hard to post a actual event. I am posting this true story for a reason. The reason is that someone recently questioned what ALIPAC did. Why donate to ALIPAC? There was a time when we at ALIPAC were a family. We were there for each other and were quick to respond to Williams request or each other. I watched as a certain element baited and picked fights with members and ALIPAC started changing. I miss the days of stevetheroofer, TexasBorn, etc. But never did I miss ALIPAC and the family here until the following happened to me.

My granddaughter and myself rush into the hospital. We go to the desk and ask to see my grandson, they tell us he is not on their list of patients. We pull up the text from my daughter telling us he has been shot and is in surgery at that hospital. We go back and show it to the hospital and they call security. Security arrives and tell us if he is there and was shot he would be on the no info list. I watch as my granddaughter with tears streaming down her face plead with the officer that she has driven two hours to see her brother, that she cannot find out anything, there is no news coverage, no info from the police, no info from the hospital, just the text from her mom.
I take my granddaughter’s hand and ask where is the waiting room for CIU-Surgeries. The officer smiles and tells me and I tell him we will be there until we see my daughter. As I set in the waiting room the past years flood my thoughts. The fights with my daughter over her lifestyle and choices. The fights over politics and illegal immigration. The point when we stopped fighting and went our separate ways with her living in West Modesto and my refusing to step foot in that area. The time when our only communication became Facebook.
Finally we see my daughter and the years wash away as we all hug. I send my granddaughter in still not knowing if my grandson wants to see me. I know I have to tread lightly and keep my questions in check. All that matters is that he is alive and should recover. I find out that nobody knows why he was shot. He was walking home with three friends when someone came up behind them and said “hey Bitch” and as they turned the person shot my grandson at least five times (It turned out to be seven shots).
The nurse comes out and says my grandson wants his grandmother. I go in and see my grandson riddled with wounds attached to life support machines and he looks at me and mouths “I am sorry I worried you Grandma”. I stand over him putting my fingers through his golden curls wondering who could have done this to my angel, knowing deep down that the fear we all on ALIPAC feel is real.

The difference between ALIPAC and a lot of groups was the personal touch and stories. How many times did I hear our comments repeated on TV. We made a difference they read our stories and our comments. We did not need lobbyist in D.C., they followed us here on our web site. We need to once again become a place where people feel comfortable posting the stories that the main stream media refuses to print because it does not fit their agenda