The coldest day of my life was on January 14, 2000, in the Bronx, NY when I discovered my only brother, “Sean Raymond,” lying in the street. I was unsure of how serious his injuries were because I immediately panicked and passed out. When I awakened, I rolled him over he was faced down, and broken glass was everywhere as if he was drinking something. I began holding him in my arms, crying hysterically and screaming, I realized I was being selfish at the time, but I just wanted my brother to survive. I was alone and so scared, unsure of what I should do. I never witnessed the sight of blood before, I cried and screamed for someone to please help him.
“DON’T LEAVE ME SEAN, PLEASE HOLD ON.”…
