I remember it like yesterday. I was 14 years old. My mother is very religious, so she used to drag me and my older brother William to church with her all the time. One night, she had us come with her to a meeting that involved the church anniversary. We were upset, but understood that it was pretty late, so we didn’t want her to be alone at night. So we went along.
Lucky for us, we were not the only kids who got dragged along with their parents to this church meeting. We grouped up with 2 other boys and went just outside the church doors to talk. We started debating who we thought were the best rappers at the time and what the best video games were. I don’t know how it lead to this, but we began to start freestyle rapping to one of the church boys beat boxing.
As I start to do my corny rap, in a distance I see a boy running as fast as he can down the street towards us. As he got closer, you can see that he was being chased by two guys with gang colors on them. The boy eventually got near us, and ran right past us, it was so quick. One of the guys chasing the boy continued the pursuit, but the second one spotted us and stopped immediately.
I began to back up slowly towards the church doors to open it, but it was locked. I was giving signals to my brother and the other guys to back up with me. There was a doorbell there, and I placed myself in front of it pressing it radically behind my back so the guy could not see. For some reason that night, the doorbell did not work. I was the first person he walked up to.
“What that red be about?” he said to me. I understood what he meant, this particular area was known to be ruled by a Bloods gang. I had no real knowledge of the area, but I knew enough to know he was referring to something regarding his gang colors. The only thing was, I wasn’t wearing any red. After he said that, the first guy who was chasing the boy earlier came back. He yelled at his partner “come on!” His partner told him “go ahead” he wanted to “handle us.” The first guy looking frustrated just ran off, and left us with his partner, asking me again “What that red be about?”
“I don’t know” was my answer. After I said that, I looked down…. and saw a gun at my lower chest.
At that moment, all I could feel was the wind blowing on my face. I began to think about a bunch of random shit. Is this what the TV shows and books always talked about? Is this really it? Is this the end? I looked up at my brother and he looked horrified, as well as the other two boys. The guy was wearing an all black hoodie, with a red bandanna covering most of his face. I’m thinking to myself, at least let me see the face of this coward who is going to do this.
My brother said something. I can’t remember what it was, but it was bold and it took the guys focus off of me and towards William instead. He walked towards my brother, and I inched towards my brother too, showing that I was with him no matter what. Then something happened.
A little girl stood at the church door glass looking at us. I don’t think she was really aware of what was happening, she just looked. The guy then put the gun under his hoodie, but had it still pointing at us through the fabric. He then asked, “What you got on you?” This turned from a guy looking to do the unthinkable, to a robbery. As crazy as it sounds I was relieved.
We were kids, we had no money. But my brother took my CD Player and handed it over, and old me it was the smart thing to do. The guy took the CD player slowly backed up, then ran off. We immediately ran to the door and told the girl to open it. Thank God. The crazy part is, this is right outside of a church.
As soon as I walked in the church I was very normal explaining the situation, and then I just started crying my ass off. That could have went either way, if it wasn’t for that little girl at the door. That night helped to shape who I am today. Life is short, and we only get one. There is a gun at my chest everyday, and I have to change the world before the trigger gets pulled.
Excuse any typos, or grammatical errors. Will fix later, typed from iPhone