Sad Moment a Mother and her 8 Year Old Baby go Airborne after a Car Smashes Into Her

From a friend of Rachels (the woman in the video):

Many of us saw the horrific video of Rachel’s case on the news. She was just walking in Venice with her 8-month-old son Charlie in a stroller when the unthinkable happened.
We must all stand with Rachel and her son Charlie and fight to make sure they get justice when George Gascón has abandoned them.
Under George Gascón, someone almost kills them and the perpetrator gets only 5 months in camp. That is not a “reform,” it’s not justice, and it’s not fair.
Rachel, thank you for trusting me with your statement.
Please take the time to read her victim impact statement. She and her son Charlie matter!
“The following is my record of the Hit & Run/Attempted Murder by KB: August 6, 2021 is a day I will never forget. August 6, 2021 is the day KB tried to murder me and my 8-month-old baby. We were out for a walk, my baby was in his stroller. It was 8:40am on a clear day with blue skies, beautiful and warm. I noticed a black car speeding towards us going the wrong direction down the one-way street we were walking. The car was driving very fast in a 15 MPH zone. The street is more-or-less an alley that is intended for vehicles accessing their homes. It is a residential street, not a thoroughfare, and has no sidewalks. For reference, the street gets more pedestrian usage than it does vehicle usage. All day long you can see mothers, fathers and nannies pushing babies in strollers and walking dogs down this particular street.
As the car approached me and my child, I stopped walking and moved the stroller and myself up against a building on the right side of the road to ensure that we gave the reckless driver plenty of room to pass. As the car got dangerously close to us, KB turned the wheels in our direction and accelerated as he aimed to kill us. I screamed at the top of my lungs for him to stop. I made eye contact with KB, whose face had no look of fear, surprise, or regret. He stared right at me with a look of intention.
There was nowhere for me and my baby to go and I knew we were going to get plowed and pinned against that wall. In the last moment to try to save my child, I stepped away from the wall and directly in front of the car to create space for me to throw the stroller up into the air in an effort to prevent my child from being killed by the nose of the car. I have fragments of memories: of watching the car hit us, me hitting the windshield with my body and head, hitting the ground. I saw a tire as I fell to the ground and thought my head was going to get run over, that my life was over. I assumed my baby was already dead.
People who witnessed the incident use the term “miracle” and “act of God” when they describe what happened and how we survived. We are indeed very fortunate to be alive but make no mistake; my son would be dead if it wasn't for my actions in those last moments. Had I not thrown my child into the air and instead had left him on the ground in his stroller, KB would have succeeded in killing my baby by driving the nose of his stollen car right into my child’s face.
In my victim’s statement to Police Officer Kwan, I told him that certainly the driver must have been high on drugs. He looked me stone cold in the eyes. I could see the whites of his eyes. “Certainly,” I thought, “nobody would purposely drive into a mother and baby.”​I later learned that even though he did test positive for two drugs being in his system, they were likely only remnants of what he had taken the night before due to the trace amounts. KB was, in fact, NOT high when he drove into us. He was not drunk. He tried to kill us for sport.
There are no words to describe the feeling of helplessness, worry, and devastation that I felt when I realized my baby was going to get hit by the car and there was nothing I could do to save him. I thought those were the last moments of our lives; we were dead. That feeling, along with the memory of a car accelerating directly into us, will haunt me forever. After we were hit, I looked up and saw KB speeding away. He only slowed when he saw an oncoming vehicle driving the correct direction down the one-way street, tried to swerve around them, and in doing so, crashed into a telephone pole. He did not stop or slow to see if we were okay. That alone tells me everything I need to know about KB.
After I managed to pick my throbbing body up off the ground, I was shocked to find my baby alive, screaming, and thankfully still strapped into his stroller. The stroller had been struck by the car and was lying on its side. I immediately noticed marks on his forehead. He had abrasions on his forehead and knees, and tire marks on the back of his head.
This entire scene was captured on camera by neighboring security cameras. When you play the video in slow motion, frame by frame, like I have a million times, you see me lift the stroller just high enough so that the nose of the car hits the stroller’s left wheel, which then catapults the stroller into the wall, flipping it upside down and leaving my baby hanging in suspension with his head, arms and legs dangling, at which point upon descent the back of his dangling head is grazed by the left front wheel of the vehicle, leaving tire marks on his head.
We were rushed by ambulance to the hospital. I was forced to wear a massive foam neck brace which made it impossible to hold and comfort my hysterical child during the most traumatic time of our lives. At the hospital, my baby had to be restrained with surgical tape to a cold, metal board so that they could keep him still enough for a CT scan. His head was taped to a board. His arms and legs were strapped to the board. He was left all alone, screaming, in shock and in pain, and being sent into a large, loud, cold, scary CT machine for several minutes. KB did this. I had the wherewithal to take pictures and video of this, documenting his hysterical screams, so that it could be used in evidence, which apparently has not been seen by the judge.
I was left with blood all over my body. I needed stitches in my right elbow after it split open when I hit the ground after rolling off of the windshield. The top of my right shoulder was skinned nearly to the bone, but you can’t stitch that skin together. I was left with road rash all over both arms, wrists, and elbows. Shards of glass continued to work their way out of my skin for 2 months after the attack. I had massive bruising up and down my left side body from where the car hit my leg and how I landed on the hood and windshield and bruising on my hips from car impact and also the fall down to the asphalt.
This assault has radically impacted my life and my family’s lives. Because of KB, I now have 1 disc protrusion and 2-disc bulges in my spine. There’s nothing that can be done to fix them. I will live with this for the rest of my life, and the pain will only get harder to manage as I age. My back muscles are always incredibly tight. My mother had to live with us for several weeks after the attack because I was incapable of taking care of my child while my husband had to work. I’ve had to call my husband home from work several times because of panic attacks that I have and have felt incapable of taking care of our child. I live with constant back pain and as a result I have trouble sleeping at night. I have scars on my wrist, elbow, arm, and shoulder that I see every day. They’re a constant reminder of what happened to us. I have to take extra precaution going into the sun because of these scars. I cover them when I go out in public because I don’t want people to ask me how I got them.