Just a heartbeat away
Kathy Barber, 58, Manchester
Thundering downstairs, I screamed to my partner John and daughter Hayley, then 22.
‘Danny’s been hurt!’ I yelled.
Rushing outside, I saw my son on the ground, blood pouring down his face.
A group of teenage boys legged it, Hayley chasing after them.
It was May 2009, and after watching the Champions League footy final at home, Danny, 24, had walked a mate to the bus stop 200 yards away.
I’d expected him back within 10 minutes.
Only, I’d heard a scuffle outside.
From the upstairs window, I saw teenagers punching Danny.
Horrified, I’d raced to help.
Somehow, Danny managed to stand up and
