The machete went zigzag over my head; I can’t believe the incident at this moment, and that is how my story begins. While ago in 1993 in Santo Domingo, Dominican republic when I was seventeen years old in a beautiful sunrise Sunday afternoon, went the noise of the people and music is exciting to your ear, and the smell of the roasted chicken fills the street of the neighborhood. The running of people made me think is a regular Sunday, but when I want to take the action is too late to act. I was very exciting with my white suit on the way to my friend Ada to meet her there to go to church, I get out of my house to the road pass to the house near my house when soundly I hear the noise –Swash-in the top of my head, when I turn around Julio and Juan firing in zig zag with machetes, and I was between both men, I was in shock by second and with no time to run to the side I end with my clothes splash with blood.
When I finally got to the house a friend’s I don’t feel my leg and the only I can say is “please close the door,” it took me a few minutes to realize, that all my close is splashed with blood, and my friend and family think I injury, they check all my body, - phew-sound make see that I was safe in the house of my friend, but outside two men Julio and Juan It was a
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I also pray to God to let my children grow up in this environment and now I can see Good answer my prayer, allow me to see my children grow up in a healthy