It was a hot summer day in Atlanta, unlike no other, but it was the day that my life changed. My childish screams of pain occupied the air of every house in the neighborhood while my blood flowed out of my head into a kiddie pool. I had jumped headfirst from a blue porch railing into the kiddie pool sitting in my driveway and after passing out, I awoke in my mothers lap with a towel pressed against my head and I was immediately filled with disappointment. Lying there covered in blood, tears, and shock, I realized that I could no longer be a Power Ranger. My near deathly obsession with the Power Rangers came from my brother, Mehran. Mehran and I had a ritual on Saturday; we would wake up early run to the kitchen grab a bowl of cereal and take