As we were driving heading north on 35 W that night, one of my friends pulled out a gun. When I saw the gun I was immediately reminded of the tragic Liberian civil war. I became paralyzed with fear. I felt like I was back in Liberia and the civil war was still going on. I asked why he had a gun. He nonchalantly put it away. I did not want to be in that car at that moment. I figured the sooner I dropped them off, the sooner I’d be on my way home. But that did not happen.
The moment that led to what changed everything.
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