June 6, 2006. A day I will never forget. Sitting in a cold, dreary, white room. I look a mess because I’ve been up for hours on end. I felt like a prisoner waiting for a release that would never come. I’m holding hands with my father, and my heart is pounding rapidly. I feel as if a elephant has sat on me. I can’t help but want to kill the man that made my circumstances what they are on this day. Then a man in a white coat emerges from behind the heavy door. He shakes his head and I could tell it was bad. “I’m sorry, he didn’t make it.” My father releases my hands and drops to the ground. I stand frozen but within my heart there was a blaze. I was furious, and could not fathom why we cherish life and find it to be sacred when we dispose of it like yesterdays trash.