Every night it's fireworks

Graduating from high school is the most satisfying but scariest thing you have to do because it’s the being for trying to figure out who you are and what do you want to do with your life. For me, trying to figure out what I wanted to do with my life was something I wanted to put off for as long as possible. But there is nothing like a tragedy to speed the process up. Three years after I graduated from high school, I get a call from my homeboy Ron. He wanted to go to the Centerline fireworks. That night I pick up Ron and about six more friends and we headed to the festivities. 

After the fireworks ended, we made our way back to my tuck. We talked about what was next or if we should call it a night until we were approached by a group of guys. That's when things turn for the worst. The situation escalated quickly and then a fight pursued. I tried to play peacemaker but to no prevail. In the midst of me trying to break up the fight, one of the guys points a gun at me. In the blink of a moment, I had to make a decision, do I run across the street a busy ten-mile road or do I wait to see what happens? I ran across the street and heard 4-gunshots, which caused everyone to scatter. I ran to my truck and drove to the were the fight was to pick up my friends. When I finally located them, I got out to see if everyone was alright. When I walked over to the group, I found one of my friends got shot in the back.

This left a lasting impression on me, even though my friend made it out okay, I felt that I needed to start planning for my future. After that situation, I stop hanging out as much because I didn’t want my fate to be left in someone else’s hands. I could have been shot and I didn’t even have anything to do with the fight. A week after the fight I enrolled in Macomb community college, to start working on my education and shift my focus else were. This single event changed the course of my life.