There are stories that begin with kindness.
Stories that begin with generosity, compassion, and a belief that people deserve a second chance.
And then there are stories like this one — stories that begin with kindness, and end with violence so shocking it forces an entire community to reconsider what “helping” really means.
This is the story of 27-year-old nursing student and single mother, Jasmine Clausell — and the friend she tried to save, who nearly killed her instead.
It is a story about trust.
About boundaries.
About betrayal.
And about the terrifying truth:
Sometimes the people we try to rescue are the ones who turn on us the fastest.
A Mother, A Student, A Helper
If you ask anyone who knew Jasmine, they’ll tell you the same thing: she was the kind of woman who stepped up when others stepped back.
A full-time nursing student.
A single mother to her four-year-old son, Ace.
A young woman working hard toward a better life while still finding room in her heart for people who had lost their way.
One of those people was Quicheay Williams, someone Jasmine had known for years. So when Jasmine learned in early February 2025 that Quicheay was homeless — living out of her car near Atlanta with her dog — she didn’t hesitate. She didn’t overthink it. She didn’t ask for anything in return.
She simply said:
“Come stay with me. Just for a few weeks. I’ll help you get back on your feet.”
That’s who Jasmine was.
On February 11th, Quicheay arrived at Jasmine’s home on Springdale Road in Mobile, Alabama, carrying bags, uncertainty, and — as Jasmine would later realize — a darkness she wasn’t prepared for.
At first, everything seemed fine.
But only at first.
The Shift No One Saw Coming
For about two weeks, Jasmine noticed something was off.
Quicheay wasn’t looking for work.
She wasn’t grateful.
She wasn’t helping around the house.
She wasn’t trying to rebuild her life.
Instead, she complained.
Moped.
Brought a strange, heavy energy into the home.
Ignored Jasmine’s boundaries.
And acted as though Jasmine owed her something.
By February 24th, Jasmine had reached her limit. She had a child to raise, classes to attend, a life to protect. She couldn’t keep carrying someone who refused to stand on their own.
So that Monday morning, before dropping Ace off at school, Jasmine sat Quicheay down and told her gently — but firmly — that it was time to find another place to stay.
She expected sadness.
A difficult conversation.
Maybe even a small argument.
She did not expect what came next.
Because kindness had opened the door.
And now, rage was about to walk through it.
The Attack
While Jasmine was getting ready for school and daycare, she heard the microwave running in the kitchen. She assumed Quicheay was heating breakfast or warming something for herself.
But what she didn’t know — what she couldn’t have imagined — was that her friend was heating a chemical. Something corrosive. Something deadly. Something that, seconds later, would change Jasmine’s entire life.
When Jasmine’s grandfather came out of his room to see what the noise was, Quicheay snapped.
She began shouting:
“I’m not going nowhere!
You gonna put me out?
You think you’re gonna make me leave?”
Her voice was wild. Unhinged. Like she was fighting a battle that only she could hear.
Jasmine reached for her phone and dialed 911.
And that was the moment everything erupted.
Because before Jasmine could process what was happening, before she could defend herself, before help could arrive…
Quicheay threw the contents of the cup directly into Jasmine’s face.
The Pain No One Should Ever Endure
The burning was instant.
The chemical — which her mother later said may have been Drano or another corrosive cleaner heated in the microwave — tore into Jasmine’s skin.
Her right eye went blind immediately.
Blisters rose on her face in seconds.
Her neck, back, arms, and right leg burned so deeply that doctors said the chemical ate through to her fat tissue.
The liquid burned holes through her clothes.
Holes through her couch.
Holes through the floor.
But the attack wasn’t over.
Because through the pain, through the tears, through the shock, Jasmine saw something even more terrifying:
Quicheay reaching into her pocket — and pulling out a gun.
The Fight for Her Life
Jasmine’s grandfather lunged forward.
He managed to disarm Quicheay, grabbing the gun before she could pull the trigger.
But Quicheay wasn’t done.
She grabbed broken glass
and began stabbing at Jasmine’s hands
as Jasmine shielded her burned face.
Despite the agony tearing through her body,
despite only being able to see through one eye,
despite the shock threatening to shut her body down,
Jasmine fought back.
She managed to restrain her attacker.
Held her down.
Kept her from reaching for another weapon.
Even as Quicheay screamed:
“Let me go! Let me go!”
Jasmine, shaking and burned and barely standing, said the words of someone who knew she didn’t have another chance:
“No. I’m not letting you go.
You’re trippin’.
You need to chill out.”
When police arrived, they found chaos:
a burned room, a bleeding young mother, a terrified child, and a woman who had turned kindness into violence with no remorse.
Quicheay was arrested on the spot.
Her bond: $30,000.
Jasmine was rushed to the hospital with severe chemical burns requiring multiple surgeries.
What Jasmine Said From Her Hospital Bed
Doctors worked to save her eye.
To repair her skin.
To control the pain.
And through all of this, Jasmine had every right to be furious.
Every right to hate.
Every right to shut down emotionally.
But when reporters asked her how she felt…
Her answer broke everyone.
She said:
“My feelings are hurt… but I’m not angry.
I still care about her.
It’s crazy, cause she did me bad.
But it’s not in her heart to hate.”
This woman — a single mother, a nursing student, a kind soul who opened her home to someone in need —
was burned alive for her kindness.
And she still found grace.
Still found empathy.
Still refused to let hate win.
Why This Story Should Shake Every One of Us
Jasmine’s story is not just a headline.
It is a warning.
A reminder that not everyone wants to be saved.
That sometimes the people who need the most help are the ones who resent it the most.
That trauma, entitlement, and instability can twist gratitude into rage in an instant.
It’s a story about how generosity can put you in danger.
About how helping someone cannot fix what they refuse to fix in themselves.
About how quickly trust can turn into betrayal.
And it forces us to confront a heartbreaking truth:
You can’t help everyone.
And some people will punish you for trying.
A Mother Who Deserved Better
Jasmine should be in class.
She should be getting closer to her nursing degree.
She should be reading bedtime stories to Ace at night, not recovering from chemical burns that nearly blinded her.
She did everything right.
She offered help.
She opened her home.
She extended grace.
And still — she paid the price.
Her only mistake was believing that kindness would be enough.
The Question That Lingers
Why did this happen?
Why did helping a friend become a fight to survive?
Why do some people treat compassion like a weakness?
Jasmine still doesn’t have answers.
But she does have strength.
And a son who needs her.
And a future she is determined to reclaim.
Her story is a reminder — a painful, necessary one — that compassion is powerful…
But boundaries are lifesaving.
And in a world where desperation can turn unpredictable,
you must protect your peace, even from the people you want to save.
