It was a morning like any other. I got dressed, ate breakfast, and loaded and grabbed my book bag. I got picked up by a couple of friends, and off to school I went. It was a regular school day. Hundreds of teenagers were walking through the long well lit hallways. When suddenly my normal day took a turn for the worse. Getting into a fight, getting caught with a gun and getting expelled made February 2, 1995, the worst day in my high school career.
             It was minutes before the tardy bell would ring before my next class. I was getting the books I needed from my locker when I felt a bump. I turned around and was boldly told to " Fuck off ". That's when my temper kicked in and I beat the shit out of the kid. The fight was quick, a couple of punches to the face followed by a body slam and ending with repeated kicks to the face and ribs. The fight ended when my friend grabbed me and told me if I didn't stop I'd be caught by securities and suspended from school. The result of the suspension would have been no playing sports in school.
             I immediately stopped and rushed to class.
             I quickly forgot about the fight. Fighting was a pretty natural event in my life at the time. Two classes passed by and I was approached by three men. They took me out of class and told me they were police officers. They began to search my book bag while they questioned me on the fight. They told me I beat the kid up pretty bad and as a result I was going to be suspended. That's when it hit me, " My gun! ". I knew it was too late, at that instant the cops grabbed and cuffed me. They had found the gun.
             I was escorted in shock, thinking not about suspension or jail, but about the one thing I loved, football. As I sat handcuffed in the office all I could think about was my football future. I sat in the office wondering about my suspension. Would it be for a couple of days? I didn't realize at tha...