I’m surrounded by tattered and abandoned houses. Also by people who may struggle to put food on the table everyday. I have tattoos that tell my story; my life. When I walk out of my one bedroom apartment people take one look at me and assume I hang out with the wrong people or do drugs. Parents move their children to the other side of the road when they see me.
One woman had said, “Come on Jimmy. I don’t want you near that man.”
People judge me for how I look, not for how I am on the inside. Each day I wake up in the morning and walk to work. Every day is something new. There are some nights where I stay up late, or I get called in during the middle of the black, cold night. When I get to work people look at me as a whole new person; like …show more content…
You should give up.”
The most memorable thing said to me is, “You are just going to end up dead.”
None of my teachers believed in me. Now, I live in a one bedroom apartment to save money. Each day I come home to bills piling higher than the clouds. I just wish people that live around me would stop judging me based off of my tattoos, but that is my life. One day while walking to work I heard two loud bangs. I looked around me but saw nothing. By the time I got to work things were already busy. The young boy Jimmy that I saw on the side of the road with his mother had been shot. There was no time to waste.
“Get him into to surgery right now!” I yelled.
His mother was waiting for an hour before be were finally done. The surgery was complicated because I didn't want to be responsible for her child's death. When I came out to speak to Jimmy's mother she was in shock.
“I cannot believe this. You are the guy who helped save my son?”
I couldn't tell if she was happy or upset. Within a few seconds of getting herself together she hugged me.
“I am so sorry for judging you.”
From that moment forward people started to trust me. No no one walked to the other side of the street when they saw me. I became everyone
One woman had said, “Come on Jimmy. I don’t want you near that man.”
People judge me for how I look, not for how I am on the inside. Each day I wake up in the morning and walk to work. Every day is something new. There are some nights where I stay up late, or I get called in during the middle of the black, cold night. When I get to work people look at me as a whole new person; like …show more content…
You should give up.”
The most memorable thing said to me is, “You are just going to end up dead.”
None of my teachers believed in me. Now, I live in a one bedroom apartment to save money. Each day I come home to bills piling higher than the clouds. I just wish people that live around me would stop judging me based off of my tattoos, but that is my life. One day while walking to work I heard two loud bangs. I looked around me but saw nothing. By the time I got to work things were already busy. The young boy Jimmy that I saw on the side of the road with his mother had been shot. There was no time to waste.
“Get him into to surgery right now!” I yelled.
His mother was waiting for an hour before be were finally done. The surgery was complicated because I didn't want to be responsible for her child's death. When I came out to speak to Jimmy's mother she was in shock.
“I cannot believe this. You are the guy who helped save my son?”
I couldn't tell if she was happy or upset. Within a few seconds of getting herself together she hugged me.
“I am so sorry for judging you.”
From that moment forward people started to trust me. No no one walked to the other side of the street when they saw me. I became everyone