I was almost killed by a black kid in July 17th, 1992. It was during a robbery. There were five of them in a car and they were hunting for victims. One ripped off my watch(a Christmas present from my younger brother), the driver in the car they drove pulled out the gun. Black-On-Black crime was the new phrase in the early 90's. I became a victim and a statistic. The kid who snatched my watch only hit me but I didn't fall down. He looked at me and I looked at him. After a few seconds, he got into the car and they drove away. The left side of my face was swollen and it stayed there for over a week. I changed my major in school, which, at the time was Communications, to Criminology and then criminal justice. Taking these courses was a revenge factor with me because I did not get any justice. Later, I became a correctional officer at Florida State Prison and was surprised by what awaited me everyday I went to work. I was on a 1 year probationary period and resigned after about eight months.