My car was broken into twice. They really didn't get much but got lucky. I want to get out of the hood but I do love being here. I just wish things like this didn't happen. This puts a black eye on a community that otherwise should be proud. I remember the way I felt when my granny got car jacked. Man I was out for blood. I think it was a bunch of kids that got into my car which is even worse. Its worse because it starts this small for them and then they upgrade and do bigger and worse crimes. They need mentors or a stronger family structure. I am glad that God has given more and shown me more existed than the block I lived on. I'm going to start praying for my hood.