The Other Wes Moore

 

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When I was about fifteen or sixteen years old, I made a decision that could have been a life-or-death situation. On my way home from school one day a friend of mine called my phone saying that she was getting into a physical altercation, and she needed my help. I decided to go help. That was probably one of the worst decisions I have ever made. When I arrived at the fight, I noticed all the thoughts I had about the fight wasn't nearly as close to what I was thinking. The crowd that was against us had to have been about sixty people deep. It was only about ten of us, talk about scary. I did not expect for things to go the way that they went. About five minutes into the fight, I pulled off the top of this girl and only thing I could remember was a warm sensation flowing down the right side of my face. An innocent bystander kept saying to me that I had been cut. My adrenaline was pumping so I couldn't feel a thing. Another bystander tied a scarf around my head so that way I can stop the bleeding. Someone walked me up the block to a nearby store and had them call an ambulance. When I arrived at the hospital, they did not really have time to numb my head because I was losing so much blood. I was informed that the girl cut three arteries in my head. I could have bled to death over a stupid little fight. My family and friends all came down to the hospital to sit with me through the whole process.  When I was about fifteen or sixteen years old, I made a decision that could have been a life-or-death situation. On my way home from school one day a friend of mine called my phone saying that she was getting into a physical altercation, and she needed my help. I decided to go help. That was probably one of the worst decisions I have ever made. When I arrived at the fight, I noticed all the thoughts I had about the fight wasn't nearly as close to what I was actually thinking. The crowd that was against us had to have been about sixty people deep. It was only about ten of us, talk about scary. I did not expect for things to go the way that they went. About five minutes into the fight, I pulled off the top of this girl and only thing I could remember was a warm sensation flowing down the right side of my face. An innocent bystander kept saying to me that I had been cut. My adrenaline was pumping so I couldn't feel a thing. Another bystander tied a scarf around my head so that way I can stop the bleeding. Someone walked me up the block to a nearby store and had them call an ambulance. When I arrived at the hospital, they did not really have time to numb my head because I was losing so much blood. I was informed that the girl cut three arteries in my head. I could have bled to death over a stupid little fight. My family and friends all came down to the hospital to sit with me through the whole process. The nurses gave me a needle around the area where I was cut. I can remember feeling the burning sensation and them stitching my head up. During all of this I passed out two times from loss of blood. I suffered for months after the altercation, I was home schooled and away from all of my friends. I to can understand the other Wes Moore and his bad decisions. He could have either been dead or in jail, luckily his only choice was jail.