After that happened my incident with the other kid I knew I wasn't going to be safe so I stayed low for months .
I joined a military program called the civil air patrol and it was the best thing I've ever done .
My first camp I was given a medal for helping a fellow private . His name was Shean Conner he was having an asthma attack and he collapsed and every one kept running because it was a timed lap that led to a score. I stopped though and began to check his pulse to see if he was okay . He wasn't it his lips were blue and his face was red. I began to drag him until I made it to the mile checkpoint . I finished last but he was safe. That night he sat down with me and thanked me for what I did. I smiled and said it was nothing . The following night we got our sleeping bags and slept in old cots in this old shed. My cot was a bunk bed without a latter and so I ended up in the middle of the night rolling over and falling off making a load *SPLAT * against the pavement as I hear one of the guys saying "da fuck was that " .
That day I made a friend for life . I told him my issues and unloaded my pain on him . He introduced me to the Bratva . My new family .
