Let’s start at the beginning

I moved to the US in the early 90’s. Prior to that, I lived in my home country Liberia. I survived the brutal civil war that took the lives of more than 200,000 Liberians. I was excited to move to the US to live with my dad. I was looking forward to adjusting to life in my new country. I attended high school where I played soccer, made new friends and hung out with my friends and family. My plan was to become a Detective after graduating from college. Everything was going good. I did not think anything could go wrong. It all changed in the blink of an eye one night while out with friends.