| HOT STEEL GONE COLD |
| I remember laughing so hard and turning to my right to go inside the house. Just as I turned to go in the house , we heard a loud boom. I stood and felt like some one had punched me in my chest. I looked up the street and saw a Latino guy with a Chicago Bulls shirt and a backwards cap run away with a 22 rifle in his hand. In a second later I felt what seemed like a short circuiting in my body and my legs went out from under me. At that point, the guy Hector decided that they would spray the street with bullets. I could hear the bullets ricocheting off the bumpers of the cars around me as I lay on the ground. One guy ran over to me and tried to cover me. When the shooting was over I told them that I had been hit. I was lying on my side and for some strange reason I just couldn't move. They all said stop playing. I told them I wasn't . They turned me over onto my back and blood ran out of my mouth. My cousin screamed. I remember looking at my legs and they seemed like they were at an odd angle kind of twisted but I couldn't feel them. They called the ambulance and my mother( I was living with my aunt). By the time I was there long my cousin had called everyone in my phone book and they filled the emergency room. I was making jokes with the nurses telling them please don't cut my shorts off that they were silk and my favorite pair. Then I felt that my front tooth had been chipped in half and I told them that if I had of known that I would have looked for the other half. They laughed but I saw sadness in their eyes also. The bullet had missed my heart by an inch traveled through my lungs making two holes and lodged into my spinal cord. I needed a chest tube to clear the lung that had collapsed and filled with blood. To read this experience and others check back to this site or PublishAmerica for the release of " The Stories We Tell" Home |