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The Freedom of Forgiveness

everything was normal. I don’t remember what music I was listening to, but everything else was normal, normal traffic flow, normal weather and a normal overall feeling.

But as I approached the neighborhood that we lived in, things were not normal at all. Things were actually quite abnormal.

To start, as I turned into our neighborhood, I saw police cars all over the place. I don’t think I had ever seen so many police cars at one time in one place, and all I could think was that something bad must have happened. As I continued to drive, I also noticed a few paramedic trucks, so now I was thinking, wow, something really bad has happened! As I continued to drive up the street going into my neighborhood, a police officer in the road was pointing and directed me to pull over. I rolled down my window, and the police officer asked me where I was going. I told him that I was going home and that I lived on the street they had blocked off.