Growing up in a rough neighborhood, I have seen many violent and tough situations. However, there is one experience that sticks out in particular.  A couple years ago, while walking to school, I saw a homeless man laying on the floor. I walked up to him and gave him whatever was in my pocket ( which wasn’t a lot). I told him have a good day, and he thanked me. I left and continued walking to school. After school was over, I walked back home. On the way back, I saw the same homeless man, except this time, there was a man standing next to where he was sitting. The man had a suite on and was yelling into the homeless man’s face. Telling him about how he should get a job and stop being such a lazy person. The homeless man seemed scared and I felt that I should go and confront the man with the suite on. However, as I was walking their way, I saw the man standing kick the homeless man. I froze in my spot, then the man looks at me and gives me a death look. I turn around and run back home. I was so nervous for my own safety, that I didn’t bother giving help to the homeless man. When I got home, I felt so ashamed of myself. I will never forget that day, how something I might have prevented, didn’t do anything about it. Looking back now, it makes me sick on what i didn’t do. If I see something like this again, no doubt, I will help. But a couple years ago, I was a small little boy who still didn’t know who he was in the world. A kid that was confused by all the life drama. I wouldn’t make the same choice again. I would help if I can go back in time. Anything I could do would be better than just walking away.