​The Donaldsons had been renting the house for over two years. It was an average home that was actually more of a shack than a house. The Donaldsons had two children, a six year old boy named Chris, and a five tear old girl named Catalina. The family was poor but proud and had been diligently saving their money to move out of the neighborhood that was becoming overrun with crime and drugs. 

​Tom Wilson was driving back home from a business trip and had been on the road for nearly 15 hours and wanted to make it home without stopping over at a hotel. He looked at his watch. Only three more hours to go and he would be home sleeping in his bed after nearly two months on the road as a traveling salesman. He hated his car, he hated hotels and he hated restaurant food. He just wanted to be home. 

​He had lived a good life of honesty and honor but for Stevos Jerolotis this was not enough. He was a man that needed to know that he was going to end up in heaven and not hell. So at the age of eighteen he decide to commit his life to God and from this point on until his last dying breath he lived his life by the word of the bible, because for Stevos this was the only guaranteed path to eternal life. But near the end of his life Stevos was involved in a serious car accident where his legs were crushed. There was nothing the doctors could do to save his legs so at the age of 60 he had both of them amputated and lived the rest of his life in misery. During this time of misery he experienced great pain in his stubs which originated from near the top of his thighs. Doctors gave him intense pain killers, something he called pumpkin pills because they were orange and so hard to swallow because of their size. Over a two month period he became addicted to the painkillers and was popping them like candy and soon the doctor stopped prescribing them to Stevos who turned to the streets to supplement his shortfall of painkillers. Within a couple of months he could no longer pay for the drugs and the dealers came to collect their debts. Stevos begged for mercy and pleaded with them to give him another week to find the money. But the underworld was unforgiving and the dealer's henchmen sawed off both of his arms. 

​I had just woken up from a nightmare that was too horrible to remember. I sat on the edge of my bed trying to recall what the nightmare was about but realized that the memory had faded. Still, the lingering after effects of it plagued me as my heart raced and I shivered in a cold sweat. I took my pulse on my wrist but it was too quick to count so I just let it be and stood up to head to the washroom in the basement. I looked at the clock and it was 2:30 a.m. I had only been asleep for 45 minutes.