Week 3 Journal
You find yourself facing--or know someone who is facing--a situation that offers no solution. Any solution would be painful or costly. Who are these people and how did they come to be such a mess? Make it up, think it through. Down here in the streets of Chicago it ain’t pretty, people are getting shot and killed daily. Mothers, fathers, sons, daughters, you name it. People like me are born into this life. I didn’t choose this life, it chose me. Life isn’t all happy with rainbows and unicorns, it will kick you on to your knees and it is up to you in how you want to respond. The world is a dark dark place especially where I am from. It all started for me at the age of 8 when I walked around the alley corner on Roosevelt drive to see a gun being placed against my brothers head. Fortunately he hadn’t been shot. The gang let him live under one condition, me and him would work for them. From that day forward my life had already been laid out for me. It has been 10 years since that day...