College Essay
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Sitting at the table with my sister, reminiscing about old times with my brothers and sister and the good times we use to have. My mom walks in the door, telling everyone to “put your shoes on, were going to pick up Jeremy and Jamal from that go-go party”. I remember like it was yesterday, driving up to the Nativity Church located on Georgia Avenue June 18, 2010. Police cars were everywhere, without knowledge of what happened or who had gotten hurt, and the scary thing was, we had seen all a friends, all accept Jeremy and Jamal. “Stop the car, stop the car! There’s Lynette and Marquise” My sister yelled as we drove up the hill from Emery Recreational Center. “My sister just got shot in her hip and your brother got shot in his head” They shouted from the outside of our car. Now wait, rewind that, what had she said? Who was she speaking of? My brother, yes, my brother Jamal Edward Bell had been shot on his head for no apparent reason that night.
My mom rushed to Providence Hospital, running every street light there was up ahead. The tears kept running down my face, I couldn’t stop them. This was something I’d never thought would happen, never was something that I thought would happen to our family. Looking at my brother lay on that hospital bed in critical condition hurt me so bad, mentally and emotionally. Jamal died that morning, June 19, 2010 at 2:00 am. I felt as though I couldn’t go on, I felt naked to the world, as if anything could happen in a split second. But we were lucky enough to find out that Jeremy had been admitted into Children’s Hospital for breaking a glass with his arms and needed stitches because of him seeing Jamal actually getting shot.
Now as I go about my day, there isn’t 1 second I don’t think of my brother. He attended Roosevelt Senior High school and was a football star. He had a keychain he used to hold his ID on, and I kept it. This keychain gives me a drive, hope, and helps me to...
Sitting at the table with my sister, reminiscing about old times with my brothers and sister and the good times we use to have. My mom walks in the door, telling everyone to “put your shoes on, were going to pick up Jeremy and Jamal from that go-go party”. I remember like it was yesterday, driving up to the Nativity Church located on Georgia Avenue June 18, 2010. Police cars were everywhere, without knowledge of what happened or who had gotten hurt, and the scary thing was, we had seen all a friends, all accept Jeremy and Jamal. “Stop the car, stop the car! There’s Lynette and Marquise” My sister yelled as we drove up the hill from Emery Recreational Center. “My sister just got shot in her hip and your brother got shot in his head” They shouted from the outside of our car. Now wait, rewind that, what had she said? Who was she speaking of? My brother, yes, my brother Jamal Edward Bell had been shot on his head for no apparent reason that night.
My mom rushed to Providence Hospital, running every street light there was up ahead. The tears kept running down my face, I couldn’t stop them. This was something I’d never thought would happen, never was something that I thought would happen to our family. Looking at my brother lay on that hospital bed in critical condition hurt me so bad, mentally and emotionally. Jamal died that morning, June 19, 2010 at 2:00 am. I felt as though I couldn’t go on, I felt naked to the world, as if anything could happen in a split second. But we were lucky enough to find out that Jeremy had been admitted into Children’s Hospital for breaking a glass with his arms and needed stitches because of him seeing Jamal actually getting shot.
Now as I go about my day, there isn’t 1 second I don’t think of my brother. He attended Roosevelt Senior High school and was a football star. He had a keychain he used to hold his ID on, and I kept it. This keychain gives me a drive, hope, and helps me to...