As almost all of us know by now, Redskins saftey Sean Taylor died this morning. When I heard this I burst into tears. Not because I have any affiliation with the Washington Redskins, because I don't. But because another young black man's life was ended. Sean Taylor made some mistakes in his life, but the hell hasn't? The fact that someone on this site had the audacity to say that he made his own bed sickens me. How insensitive can you people be? Forgive me, I am just angry at all of this. It is because I have been to one too many funerals. Have had a few too many cousins buried. Lost too many friends. People who have no sympathy for Sean Taylor have no idea what he grew up in. I live in Youngstown, which was recently named the 15th most dangerous city in the country. I am growing up in the same type of situation Taylor probably grew up in. I thank God every day that I have my older brother to steer me right, because I was recruited a gang and after I told him what happened, he beat my butt.
I just want to say R.I.P. Sean Taylor, and thank my older brother Brandon, my friends Blue, T-Money, J-Kidd, Eric, Jason, Jay; and my cousins Keith, Paulie, and Malik, because without them I may have had the same tragic ending that Sean Taylor had.
R.I.P. Tigger, Mookie, Vanessa, Ethan, Uncle Sammie, and Kyle Macek, the best friend I ever had.