- The Washington Times - Sunday, December 15, 2013


It’s been a very tough year for Kodi Brown.

Her mom was killed last December.

Her father died a couple of days later.

Smack in the middle of that madness was Kodi.

All she had done was board a bus with her mom on a Sunday when, during an argument, her mom, suspecting things were about to go very wrong, tossed Kodi into a seat and, with the flash of a gun, was killed.

By most accounts, the gunman got off the bus and returned to do the unthinkable — go back and shoot Kodi, too, grazing both of her eyes.

“Hi,” Kodi said to me by phone the other day.

After returning the greeting, I asked Kodi how she was doing.

“Fine,” she responded.

“Are you ready for Santa?” I quickly followed up.

“Yes,” she said, her voice rising a few octaves.

Kodi is one of our littlest victims of domestic violence, only 23 months old when she witnessed her dad mortally wound her mom.

At such a young age, she doesn’t remember everything, which is a blessing in and of itself.

What she does remember though — and is constantly reminded of each day — is that neither of her parents is on God’s green Earth anymore.

Story Continues →