one eye she said was hanging out like a slinky you could see all the veins and everything, the eye was hanging out. he had gotten destroyed on this side of the face an he also had a big gash in his forehead. so she stroked his head, she said, she told him, i m sorry that i didn t get you out of here. you know, these are the kind of things we have to live with. for foster, sharing the story of his son s death helps relieve the pain. he spoke to the wards for more than an hour. i ll keep trying until there s no breath left in me, because the cycle needs to stop. but if you don t begin to look at the cycle or touch the cycle, try to impact it, it just continues to spiral. one of the gang bangers involved in shooting evan had once been incarcerated at stark. one of his former dorm mates also convicted of murder raised his hand to speak to foster. just on behalf of all of us, i want to apologize for the mentality that we grew up with, the state of mind that we re in
he s not here to celebrate it. on our second day of shooting at stark, some of the wards were getting a tough lesson on the consequences of violence. i m leading prayer at the church as a licensed minister. i get a phone call that says you need to come to the park because there s been a shooting that involved your family. we need you to come right now. the father of evan foster told the group how a bullet found his son at a neighborhood park. my wife took him to sign him up for basketball, to pick up a trophy. the trophy is not there. they go to leave and she sees some guys in the parking lot and basically, the guys came and they were seeking to kill somebody. they actually told the authorities later, they came to kill somebody. and since there was two rival gang situations, they saw a red car and they decided they were going to kill that person. they approach him, pull out an assault weapon and he takes off running.
unfortunately, he runs toward our vehicle. my wife sees all this as she s putting the kids in the car. she s trying her best not to frighten them. so she just floors it. she puts it in reverse and she tries to get out as fast as she can. she s talking to evan and everything saying i m sorry i didn t get your trophy. he s saying, that s all right, mom, i then he stops talking. she took him in her arms and stroked his head. one eye was hanging out like a slinky. you could see all the veins and everything. he got destroyed on this side of the face and also had a big gash in his forehead. she stroked his head, she said and she told him, i m sorry that i didn t get you out of here. you know, these are the kind of things we have to live with. for mr. foster, sharing the story of his son s death, helps relieve his pain. he spoke to the wards for more than an hour. i ll keep trying until there s no breath left in me because the cycle needs to stop.
kill somebody and not even worry about it or not worry about getting caught. i was 16 and i shot somebody. it was the first day of the semester and i was by myself and, you know, there was one of my rivals with a bunch of his home boys, probably about 15 or 20 of them. i was surrounded by everybody, something was going to happen to me. and i was genuinely scared. i was worried for my own life. my reaction was to pull out my gun. and, you know, in the middle of the confrontation, i shot him. and the gun had discharged while i was running and another innocent bystander was shot in the process. human beings are the most dangerous animal on the earth. and when it comes down to what i was doing, it was insane. this is our son, evan. tomorrow he would have been 10 years old.
our vehicle and my wife sees all of this as she s putting the kids in the car, she s trying her best not to frighten them. so she just floors it, she puts it in reverse and she tries to get out as fast as she can. and she s talking to evan and everything, and she s saying, i m sorry that we didn t get your trophy. and he s saying that s all right mom, i and he stops talking. .he took him in her arms and one eye she said was hanging out like a slinky you could see all the veins and everything, the eye was hanging out. he had gotten destroyed on this side of the face an he also had a big gash in his forehead. so she stroked his head, she said, she told him, i m sorry that i didn t get you out of here. you know, these are the kind of things we have to live with. for foster, sharing the story of his son s death helps relieve the pain. he spoke to the wards for more than an hour. i ll keep trying until there s no breath left in me, because the cycle needs to stop. but if you don t beg