You Would Not Want My Life

<p>Bullets flying past me getting hit on the head and knocked unconscious to waking up in a smelly trunk not knowing where I am or even who I am and realizing I am in serious trouble. I had never stood at the spot where someone was killed and breathed his or her last breath. Escaping evading my captors meeting and forming friendships with some unusual homeless people on the street still determined to find my way back home. I felt dizzy disorientated sick and hurt to name a few issues. Therefore I closed my eyes wondering if I would die here. Learning to live on the street and realizing it has advantages over my home life. Encountering a snoozing gun-toting criminal whose philosophy was one of how other countries control street kids by shooting them to a ride in the back of a police car upon realizing my actions can cause severe consequences for others my world opened up and I have learned so much about who I am and can accomplish.</p><p><strong>KEN HARPER</strong> grew up in Sunnyside Washington and graduated from Heritage University with a BA in English. He has taught both high school and college credit courses in English Language Arts in small towns and large cities in Washington State. Some of his passions involve teaching music gardening and writing from firsthand experiences. He has spent years working with youth in youth ministry and both private and public schools where he draws much of his inspiration from </p><p>his stories.</p>