Looking back in the year of 2009 in the island of Puerto Rico, where I was conceived and lived for 24 years. I was the second shift supervisor at one of many Burger King Restaurants in the town of Bayamón, Puerto Rico at the time. Some of the employees I was in charge at my job were my friends since we were in middle school. One of them was my best friend, his name is Amaury Cruz and we always hang out no matter the time of the day because we lived next to each other. We both were twenty-two years old at the time, and we both had previous stories of recklessness, and alcohol abuse.
We always enjoyed being part of the underground racing every weekend. As one probably can imagine, it is an intense adrenaline shot for those who love the speed and danger. My friend and I were one of those who liked watching and participating at those events. It wasn’t just about just speeding, try picturing the following; a group of more than twenty vehicles in the side of a street with a stretched emergency lane, a bunch of people tinkering in their hoods and cars blasting one at extreme speeds with loud exhaust. At first glance, it might sound unpleasant for some, but when there is adrenaline involved, it felt like I was sedating my own addiction. Usually the races occurred …show more content…
The traffic lights changed to amber when I was approximated 40 meters close to the interception. I decided to floor it down even further in order to run the light. I will never forget that it was my worst decision of my life that was taken in less than a second. Upon approaching the interception, it changed to red. I was about 20 meters, so I had no way to go through it on time. When I reached at the interception, I was on what here we call the fast lane because I thought if I would have been in the slow lane at least I would have probably crashed. I was way wrong, there was this white family van that caused my heart to