It was the year the rain changed. The year the rain in the dark in the woods became a

thing to fear. The year a visitor came to call in a privileged green suburb called Forest

Hills and a Nashville lawyer learned about her security or rather that she was not

secure at all. We're all safe, you know, man's home is this castle where we're safe

at home. Well, you're not always safe at home. It was March 1994. That's when the

terror began. It was the middle of the night. Pat Young, a accomplished gutsy woman,

successful lawyer, engaged to be married, alone, asleep in her house. Heard something, felt

something, opened her eyes. It was a stranger in my home. How terrifying is that?

That's a life halt during the event. Somehow, some way, a man had broken into Pat's house.

Now he loomed above her, anonymous, a stalking over his face, his hands on her. No question

what he was there for. You're at home sleeping, you're bad and you wake up with a stranger

telling you to do it. I tell you, I don't think anybody would doubt what's getting ready

to have. The only doubt is you wonder, are you going to be killed? She struggled. He was

much larger, aggressive, powerful. He reduced to nothing so fast that everything, every ounce

of power is taken away from you. You can have a weapon. I had a weapon. If you reach for

the weapon, it's probably going to be used against you. So everything in your disposal

is taken away. He pinned her down. She felt she would die. And then she did the one thing

she thought might survive her to let someone know what had happened. I bet a piece out

of his hand, which is why they had DNA in my case. And what you held onto it, hit it?

Ah, put it under the bed. And were able to retrieve it later. The police found it later.

Corregis, the man had a gun on her, could have killed her any second. But at that moment,

Pat Young made a decision. She would not be refused to be a passive victim. As a settlement,

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