On November of 2008 I had just turned 20. One night after some drinks, and a great night with friends I decided to walk home. On the walk there I decided to take a shortcut, thru a closed park. Mind you I was drunk, and eventhough the park was pitch black, I decided it was safe since I saw the lighted up bridge some distance away. I was wrong. Right before I got to the bridge a guy put a knife to my neck, said he knew I was a homo and demanded my jewelry, I complied, gave him all I had then he said, "you are still a homo and I dont like homos".... he proceded to stab me over 20 times and ran off. I crawled to the street in tears, screaming for help hoping someone will hear me.... as soon as I got to the street someone saw me, ran up to me, and called for medical assistance and as he did I felt weaker. I begged and pleaded with God to take care of my mother, to give her the strength to deal with the pain of me gone.... and I passed out. When I woke up, the next morning on a hospital bed, I was all stitched up and half my face wouldnt function, they said I would have to wear a eye patch for the rest of my life. Luckily, after much praying, begging, bargaining and pleading.... i regain my facial motor skills, but ever since then I dont take life, or what I am for granted. I am not scared of being gay, that experience didnt change my mind at all, all it did was make me appreciate every day more and more.
Posted on: Mon, 30 Sep 2013 04:55:11 +0000
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