Rage and faith were at war inside Kent Whitaker as he lay in a hospital bed with a 9mm bullet hole six inches from his heart.
It was December 2003, and the pillars of the Houston-area man's life had just been ripped down. A husband of 28 years, now he was a widower. A father of two college-age boys, one was dead while the other was recovering from his own gunshot wound. A man of faith, he was burning at God for letting tragedy strike.
His anger tightened specifically around the unknown shooter who had ambushed the four as they came home from a family dinner.