Assault of Alex Snow

It is time to break my silence and share my husband’s story.  On Sunday June 4th at Gordon Field in Bremerton, Washington, my husband was brutally attacked and robbed.  For thirty minutes he was kicked, punched, and repeatedly had his head slammed against his car by 8-10 teenagers. His wallet, shoes, and wedding band were taken from him. He was then drug face down, and by his feet, over 20 feet across asphalt and gravel.  They wanted his keys, but my husband would not give those up since he had our two dogs in the car.    I got the call at 12:38am that no one in their life ever wants to hear; “Ma’am, your husband has been assaulted and is being taken to St. Michael’s via ambulance.”  I was on a travel assignment for my company over and hour away. Within minutes I had all of my belongings thrown into my truck and I was heading towards the hospital.  When I arrived, I found my husband barely responsive on a stretcher covered in fresh blood, dry caked blood, and gravel.   I cleaned him up and held his hand over the next few hours as they flushed and cleaned all of his wounds out and stitched him up.  The bones around his eyes were fractured, and his eyes swollen shut. Among a very long list of other injuries, his forehead was also split open and he was unable to move anything on that side of his face.   The teens who did this to him did not stop with my husband.  They did finally get into the car and they beat one of our two dogs.  For days after she had a limp, a swollen eye, a lump on the top of her snout, a cracked tooth, and her previous exuberant personality was gone. She spent the next few days curled in a ball and peed on herself multiple times. She flinched and cried at any loud noise, and she will now not let strangers approach her.    I have spent my last few days taking my husband to daily doctor’s appointments, picking up his prescriptions, bathing him, feeding him, keeping up with his prescription schedule, changing his bandages and cleaning his injuries, and comforting him when he wakes up shaking and crying telling me he still feels his head being slammed against the car. I have been cleaning my little fur baby when she urinates on herself, I have been taking her to the vet, giving her her medications, and hand feeding her chicken and rice and tuna, or whatever I can get her to eat so I can get some food in her. I have also had the most insane amount of paperwork to fill out for insurance, hospital documents, FMLA documents, and the list goes on. I have answered every single phone call, at all hours, that I received desperately hoping it was an update or any information on this case. I didn’t even have time to shower or brush my teeth until yesterday.   I will 100% not be releasing any police report numbers, or any more details than what has already been shared. I have to protect my family, and right now I have no idea who I can trust, and who will help hide my husband’s attackers. I have only just moved to Kitsap, and I have already learned that everyone here knows everyone, and I cannot trust that the folks sending me nice messages claiming to want to “help” are not, or were not, involved in this attack. I do know that my husband is not the first, and that a lot more bad exists in this world than what you see on the news.  As someone who has been in healthcare for years, I can assure you that the world is not a happy place beyond a white picket fence.   I have already been met with more support than I could ever imagine, and I don’t have the words to express the gratitude and love that I have felt over the course of this impossible week.  I had no intention of starting a GoFund Me, but due to the sheer magnitude of people who do genuinely want to help, I am going to start one.  I am floored.  I never realized the support system Alex and I had until this tragic event, but for those of you who are there, I would not trade you for the world and I will be there for you too in your time of need.