I could easily be dead.
But I am alive, and that is a miracle.
I was shot, just a year ago, and now I use a wheelchair, but please don't feel you need to pity me.
I am going to college on scholarship, the first in my family to do so.
I am a born again Christian, I gave my heart to Jesus, while I was in the hospital. It gave me little time to feel sorry for myself, but that's not my style anyway. I like to looka t the glass half full instead of half empty.
If I told you I never struggled I would be lying to you, but my struggles make me stronger I understand that now. I understand alot of things now.
I've forgiven the boys who shot me, they we just that boys, thinking they were going to make a name for themselves by gang banging.
When I got out of the hospital I went to the Juvenile hall to visit them, and told everyone what had happened to me, I also told everyone that I held no anger against those boys, they were doing what they had watched so many before them do.
Killing and shooting.
I have written them and they write me as well, they have apologized and asked for my forgiveness, but as I said I forgave them early on,. I pray for them just as if they were my brothers, and they have promised not to gang bang anymore.
I pray they don't.
I am not angry at them, but angry at the lack of people in their lives who don't tell them any better. Angry at a society that finds answers in guns and drugs.
I am glad that is one path I never fell down, although I certainly could have, but I knew better, and now I know even more, I am in this wheelchair because of them, but don't pity me. I don't need that, just listen to my story, and don't buy into what the gangs will try and sale you.
Well I have classes now, I will write more again soon.