DIE. I don't talk about this much. 19 years ago when I was 6 years old I went to the store with my brother who was 12 at the time. He had cleft lip and half a brain. Such a sweet boy. Well on our way back we crossed the street while we were in the middle lane waiting for the cars to pass we were holding hands well one row of cars stopped for us as the other lane was free of cars. A old lady waved us to go. My brother started to run, I let go of his hand and stayed in the middle lane since I was scared. Well a truck came speeding down the lane and hit my brother he went rolling down the street. I ran to tell my other siblings that were in the house. Life flight came and it was to late he was dead. I will never forget this tragedy. I wish this kind of stuff would never happen.
Before you guys ask. My older siblings were watching us and did not want to take us to the store so my brother and I just went. I blame my self sometimes. My dad was working. We always crossed this street to buy candy at the store. This has changed my point of view on everything. I am over protective of my kids. I do not tolerate my kids or their friends to make fun of anyone. He was made fun of alot in school. Just need to write this out after so many years.
Then my mom died 3 days before my graduation. I hate death.