On Saturday August 3rd 1997 I woke up a ten-year old boy, got out of bed brushed my teeth and ate my breakfast in much haste. I was anticipating the day ahead of me; it was exciting because I was going over to my friends for a sleep over. My mother's best friend with whom she grew up owned the friend's house of which I was going to. Her name was Geri Poudrier and she was a great lady. She looked out for every one else before herself. She- baby-sat me when I was a toddler. I grew up with her son who she adopted through my family who had her son in foster care.

The Saturday night that I was staying there we would not be having as fun a time as possible because his mother had to put in over time at her work. James and I stayed up late that night and did all sorts off cool stuff until about 1:00am. At the time we really started wondering weather his mom was coming home that night at all. At around 1:20am James got a call from his father who said it was very important that I go home. I called my mom and she came to pick me up. On the ride home she said that as she was coming through down town turners falls she had seen a car accident involving a mini can that looked and awful lot like Geris. She told me she hoped nothing had happened but she excepted nothing had. I went to bed having not given the situation another thought about what my mom had told me. I went to sleep a 10- year old boy. The next morning I woke up and felt broken. I went down stairs for breakfast and...