A couple of years ago, when I was 19, I was living a day that I would consider my worst day, but a day that I would relive again only to change it and make it better. My day had started with me visiting my girlfriend and having a good time. As the time dragged on, she and I started arguing. I left after we both started snapping at each other.
I decided to go with a bunch of friends and hang out on a bridge at a Racine park. We were all just chilling and having a good time. After a while a car filled with black people rolled on by. One of my friends threw up the gang symbol, which severely angered the group of people in the car. They spun around and all of my friends took off over the hill. I trailed behind, riding slowly away on my bike. The car drove past, let a few guys out and then drove off. The few guys walked up to me and surrounded me. They started hitting me and kicked me when I was on the ground. It hurt, but I wasn’t crying. I received a black and a few sore bones and joints. After a few moments, some of my friends came back down the hill and the guys left. A chick helped me up and they stood by my side. The black guys had taken a couple of $20 dollar bills that I had in my wallet before they left. They had left my wallet behind, satisfied with what they took.
After a while I was still sitting there, the same car came back and the guys started harassing us again. They took my credit cards, more money, a girl’s necklace and bracelet and her cell phone and they then decided to throw my twelve hundred dollar bike over the bridge and into the random creek that ran into the park. I was able to retrieve it but it was still disappointing that we had all lost so much. Finally we decided to call the police and fill out reports of the whole incident.
I would choose to relive this day because I would not want to have to go through another beat down like that and so that my friends would have lost all of their possessions. I would also be able to avoid the next confrontation with my girlfriend and needing to listen to her criticizes and send out messages of worry, pain and anger.
Though another part would not want to change that day because then I would have another chance to be able to stick up for myself and see what differences would have happened. To see other outcomes would have allowed knowing which choice would have been the better one.
My father was there for me when all of this happened. He has always been a great influence on all the things I have done. For this situation he believes that I did make the best choice. Had I defended myself, I may have provoked them to be more violent than what they were. The results probably would have been either beaten to death or my friends may have been hurt as well. That is not something I would have liked.
Since that day at the Racine Park, my father has motivated me to stronger and wiser. He pushed me to be me and to take the consequences when they came to me and to take them with out fear. He has been a great asset to my life and will be even in the future. He is a great man and I love him for everything that he has done.
Since that day when we were jumped, my father has done other great things for me. He noticed my art skills that I had possessed in Graphics and Web Designs. I wanted to go to Bradford High School in Kenosha just so I could stay with my friends, but since he had taken the time to notice my skills in this form art, he told me that my future would be better invested in going to Indian Trails Academy that offered the classes that allowed me to enhance these skills that I wanted to expand.
He is a great man and I will always remember what he has done for me.
This is a Interview Paper that I wrote for my senior year. It's about a day of this guy that he would choose to relive and change.
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