Life
... not worrying about going home alone very late at night. I wasn’t afraid to get in an accident or get killed because I believed I was too young to die. I thought bad things would not happen to me since I was just seventeen. I assumed I was exempt of many bad things, including death, because I was just starting my life. I had a bright future to look up to and nothing would get in the way of that. One day I received horrible news that changed my views on life completely; it was about a good friend of mine. I had this friend named Lefty who was only twenty-two years old. He was a really nice guy and was full of life. He was studying music and he played the piano in my church. He also played many other instruments and had even performed with well known Christian artists. I believed he had a great career ahead of him and I thought he would achieve all his goals. He lived in a public housing facility and people sometimes misjudged him; he had to work twice as hard to stand out. I admired him because he was exposed to drugs and alcohol, but he never got into them and always kept his morals high. One day I was in my sister’s car and we were talking. All of a sudden she asked me, “Did you hear what happened last night?” I said no and she said, “Lefty and some friends were driving and his car was shot several times and he died last night.” I couldn’t believe what she was saying. I thought Lefty couldn’t die, he was too young. He had his whole life in front of him and I knew he would be successful in everything he did. I kept thinking that it wasn’t possible because none of the men in the car were old; they were all full of life. Lefty had done nothing wrong and was even coming from church that night. He was a good man and didn’t deserve to die because he was too young. That day I saw the news and I heard the reporter say that Lefty’s car was confused by the shooter. I knew that already and then I started to cry. I kept aski...