Don't get me wrong it happened. It happened on a hot summer day in the south. I was nineteen and had just completed my freshmen year in college. So much future was ahead of me. I grew up working construction with my father. I had a blast and loved every minute of it until this day. We were on site early that morning and so were a few other people. It all started when we crossed an unfinished hard wood floor to walk down to the basement of this house. A man I'd never met before rushed up to me and held up a knife and told me he was going to cut my f****** throat. You would think I would have taken him seriously but this sort of horse play happens quite a bit around job sites. So, I laughed and just said " What?". He was not joking and my father was not impressed. He was on the stairs listening to the whole crazy interaction. One thing lead to another. Some scuffling around and a few kick to the ribs but finally the job foreman convinced the guy to leave the house. The guy was mad because he was prepping the floor and we had just walked on it. We decided to leave the job after that and go get parts. For some dumb ass reason my father threw the iron pipe he carried out of the house into the back of his truck and the he proceeded to walk down to the guys van. I had already jumped into my truck to leave when I watched the whole thing in slow mo. My dad walked around to the drivers side of the van and next thing I knew six or seven gun shots rang out. My cousin and I jumped out of my truck and tried to run over to my father but the guy then pointed his smoking gun in our faces. So, I ran as fast as I could back to the house screaming for someone to call 911. Then I ran back to my father. There is oh so much more but I'm left to this day wondering why he went down to the guys van. Knowing my father he was going to apologize for kicking the guy but who knows I'd never seen him amped up like that before either. Maybe he was going to beat the snot out of him. Fast forward a bit to my days in court. I'm not sure what's more painful but it was certainly a final blow for me. At trail the guy was painted as a church going young man who was picked on a lot as a child and my father was described as a giant of a man with rage issues. I broke down on the stand having to explain our actions, and it probably was nothing but I felt like a failure. The man was found innocent. He got off on a self defense claim. I was changed from that day forward. It's like the life i knew before had never happened. My brain and emotions and thoughts were gone. This totally new person was just magical in my body now. Anyway, that's part one. I was not acquainted with death before this day but the years to follow brought more and more deaths. More happening directly in front of me and others who just disappeared one day. I dropped out of school for a year and ran my dads company finishing up ongoing projects. When I did go back to school I changed from a straight A premed student to a straight A and F mass communications major. It was actually a photography major but the school had to give it pretty name for the certificate. When I say A and F student I mean I couldn't keep my head on straight. I'd forget that i even had some classes. Go to them once and only remember at the end of the semester when the grades came out. Needless to say my GPA is wrecked. SMH.. I did learn to rock climb quite well during that time. Every weekend, it was about the only time i felt freedom from the bonds.