Karina Gonzalez
It’s not that is happends it’s that it keeps happening. Gunshots continue to fly, and bullets find homes inside the bodies of youngsters.
These words have not been a standard in my life since I moved out of the ‘hood and into a rural neighborhood at the age of 11.
However, lately it has been standard in and around the city I live in.
Just this weekend a 17-year-old-boy was shot five times in front of his 5-year-old brother at a McDonalds. He died a day later.
Little did I know, the young boy was a friend of my 17-year-old brother. I thought to myself “what if it was my brother, Tomas? He works at McDonalds; what if it was him?”
In the past few weeks, several children were killed at the hands of family members or as innocent bystanders.
One child was shot in the chest at home. Another was killed at a birthday party.
I always felt that we left the ‘hood to get away from the guns and the violence, but I now realize they are everywhere.
I use to think it was cool when my friends would take guns to school and not get caught, but now I realize it’s not cool, it’s…scary.
Guns, knives and any form of weapons are terrifying.
My mom always tells me to ask for God’s blessing every time I leave the house. She always says, “You never know if you will make it home again.” I believe she is right.
Who knows? Maybe someday an angry person will one day unload their anger and their weapon on me.
But I guess it’s just a part of life… right?
It’s just so tragic when bullets create holes in the hearts of families, friends, and parents of those children lost.
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