The gunshots cracked off in the distance as I awoke to the warm sun on my face. The revolution had begun. As it begins I knew it was time to leave.  I jumped in the shower grabbed my social security card, clothes and headed for the boarder. From there I knew I had to get somewhere quick
, I decided to go to New York. But, it wasn’t easy getting there I had to hide out and sneak to New York, with the fear of getting caught and being forced to stay in a dangerous environment. I safely made it to Ney York; there my new life began. I began going by Willie, I quickly figured New York wasn’t the best place for me. In reality it wasn’t better then Puerto Rico. I walked out of my apartment and as I stepped outside I seen flashing lights, blood, angry people, and tears. Right then and there I knew it was time to go. I quickly headed for a different location, Indianapolis, IN. There I began a new journey.

Indiana was something different from Puerto Rico. It was much safer and right then; I knew my journey was over. I found where I belong. I began a new life; I found somewhere to stay and went about my business. Not to long later I met the love of my life, Shelia. But at the time I didn’t realize. So, I made some poor decisions but the out come was wonderful. I had my first-born and Shelia accepted him with open arms. While holding him I looked up and said Puerto Rico isn’t for you my child. About five years or so later my second born came along looking just like his brother and me. My family continued to grow bigger and eventually my kids had kids. Once my kids had their own kids I decided to change my life but it was to late. I had found out that I was real sick and there was no cure. I couldn’t get better. I had to tell my family there was only amount of time and I would be gone forever. I tried pulling my family closer together but it was hard. We all had our personal problems.

The holidays came and my family still didn’t know I was sick and dying. I tried to hide my sickness as best as I could but each day it was getting harder and I was fighting harder. Every day it was a fight I was trying so hard to get out of bed each day for my family but the colder it got the less I moved. My body shut down a little more each day. One day while with my family I was trying to cut a cake and I collapsed. My family freaked and didn’t know what to do. They then quickly rushed me to the emergency room. And there they found I was dying they felt bad they didn’t notice my struggle. They quickly realized my time was coming and we lost a lot of time together.

I then got released from the hospital. My whole family met to welcome me home and we sat down to have a talk. I told them everything and how long I been dealing with it. I then mentioned I tried telling them but everyone was going about their personal lives and I couldn’t get us all together. After that my family and I spent a lot of time together making up for lost time. One day we was having a family day and my oldest daughter announced to me she was pregnant again. With another girl, that night I got on my hands and knees praying to got that I made it just long enough to meet my granddaughter. But one day I figured I couldn’t make it I was worse then ever. I didn’t give up though I continued to fight for my live each and every day. The fight wasn’t easy I couldn’t do it alone and my family seen that. Each day it was something new. On February 2nd, of 2005 I checked myself into a hospice. I knew my time was coming quickly and I told my family. Each and everyday after that somebody sat with me everyday. I told my family when I’m gone celebrate me and carry my name on to great things. Then one day I woke up feeling like my time was up I quickly called everyone and told them I love them and to always remember what I said. And the time came I was hurting to bad to keep fighting so I peacefully slept my way to glory.