The scariest experience in my life is when I went out of our buddies house. My friends and I were coming out of one our buddies house, after a great dinner that his mom made. This was in the ghetto, but he was a nice guy and his mother was kind and invited us all over to eat, it was a nice day. So, anyway, we're walking out of the house, and this car pulls up, with 4 dudes in it. One kid pops out the back window and kinda sits up on the door and looks over the car at us and flashes what we think are gang signs... my buddy, being a smart ass starts flashing goofy hand signs back at him... well, this guy pulls out a 44 and squeezes off 4 rounds at my buddy. I was right next to him.... literally 2 inches. All 4 rounds hit him, 3 in the gut, one blew his dick clean off. He didn't survive, but all of us did. The kid who shot him was 16, and this was his gang initiation. I'll never forget it. I felt death that day.

4 years ago, I had an unforgettable experience. It was a Friday afternoon, and I was helping my mother doing some house chores.

When I was hanging clothes on the balcony, some of them were blown to the roof of my house. So I decided to use a long pipe to take them back. It went well with the clothes near my place, but I couldn’t reach the others. They were too far! I kept trying and trying, but it didn’t work. And suddenly, I slipped and fell down to the terrace. I felt weak and hurt all over my body. I couldn’t even breathe. I remember there were a lot of dust on my body, and there were broken woods and plywoods everywhere. Right away, my family ran to me. They helped me to get up, they were totally shocked.

My parents quickly took me to the hospital. Fortunately, I wasn’t on seriously injured. There were some wounds on my head, arms and legs. After that accident, I try to be more careful when doing anything, and always feel for the actors in action movies. To me, nothing is more precious than life.