My Big Brother Was Shot And Murdered By An Unknown Suspect

I was in school when I got a news flash about a shooting near a bus stop. At lunchtime, I opened up the story and it read, “Teen killed on way to lake park bus stop”. However, it wasn’t the headline that hit me but rather the first line of the article which mentioned that a Palm Beach Gardens high school teen, Claverle Joseph, was the one that was killed on his way to the bus stop. I didn’t know how to react. I just froze; I couldn’t process the emotions that were swirling through my mind. This was the first time in my life that I dealt with a death that was personal to me. My Grandparents had died when I was too young to recount any experiences with them. It was difficult to comprehend that I would never see a kid that I had gotten to know so well over the last three years ever again. My family and I did what we could for his family in there grieving state and donated to help raise money for his funeral. Although his death came as a surprise, I knew there was something wrong before the incident occurred because he did not come out for the travel team that last year. This was strange because he truly loved the team and playing basketball. Following my suspicion, a couple days after his death, I found out that there had been a series of incidents, including a shooting one week before his death in which he had been shot in the hand. His family stated for the news that they had been living in fear of their son’s life for a while. I wish I could have done more for him because whether he knew it or not he did so much for my growth as a person on and off the court. His life and this experience taught me to truly value one’s own life and to never take anything for granted because it could all be erased in an instant. His death helped me understand that I need to be as compassionate and empathetic for everyone I meet because you will never comprehend what adversities and difficulties they face in their

On June 9th 1959, a twelve year old girl by the name of Lynne Harper was walking around her neighbourhood until she encountered a young boy from school, Steven Truscott who gave her a bicycle ride home. Once he dropped her off home and went off, she was abducted, two days later her body was found, she had been raped and strangled. By the reason of several witnesses spotting Steven and Lynne together, the Ontario police wrongly convicted him for committing murder. Steven Truscott was a 14 year old boy, who was popular, athletic, he had no behavioral issues and no criminal past. However the Ontario police did not take time to consider the fact that Steven Truscott was just a normal teenage boy, instead they jumped to conclusions and prosecuted

According to FBI 2010 UCR report, there was fifty-five homicide death reported, it’s second highest in the state of Tennessee after Memphis. Losing someone who we loved through homicide would be one of the most shocking experience, In my life period I haven’t experienced any homicide which includes my loved ones, I come from the peaceful neighborhood, since I was the child I grew up in a peaceful environment, there was low violence but minor, dangerous weapons such as guns, biological weapon or even swords were rare. I’m thankful for the way I was raised, grew up without knowing crimes, drug, weapon, etc. But when I hear news about homicide I envision how would my life change If I lose my loved ones, especially my father because men are more likely to get killed in homicide than women. It’s always strange feelings when the person was with you yesterday and today they are not here. Shared plans and dreams are no longer there, all lefts are the memories which were shared with a dead person. Deaths are sudden no one knows when we’re going to die but dying from another human being puts more grief than other types of death. My father is basically bread winner at the house currently, so there would be many effects in our day to day life. My reaction would be the same reaction as when someone lose their loved one 's specifically father. In this type of situation, I will try to calm myself and call the police as soon as I can, I will give much information to the offices as I can, I

Although, I can never be revived, I hope he realizes what he has done, and what he has taken from me as a result of his own mental instability. I can’t imagine the pain my grandchildren will feel when they find out that their grandfather won’t make it to their birthday this year because someone selfishly robbed them. I can’t imagine the pain my children will feel when they figure out that there will be no more family barbeques on Saturday anymore. My son can’t even bring himself to use the grill anymore, or drive past my house where the incident occurred. It’s now the day of my funeral, I am surrounded by everyone who loves me, and they’re all crying, saying this never should have happened and that the person who did this will pay. There’s a rumor going around town saying that he had some form of mental illness, something was mentioned of schizophrenia, or paranoia. Instead of going to jail, he went to a mental asylum. Long ago, I took psychology, and so I am educated and aware of the power and influence they have over

Every day I went to see my father, in the worst state I have ever seen anyone. He could not talk to me, look at me, feel my touch or remember I was there. My dad had been unconscious for almost a month and a half. Even he gained back consciousness, he could barely remember anything that had happened or that anyone had come to see him. I believe the thing that had changed me the most had been that I had to grow up and make extremely adult decisions suddenly. My boyfriend and I had been the only ones in my family who were responsible enough to talk to the police, the doctors, and put together the pieces. We had numerous talks with the police about the reports, what happened and when, who had hit him and where was his vehicle. Unfortunately, the police had a description of a car but had not an idea as to who had hit him. I also had fed his dogs every day and kept his house safe, making sure that no one had broken into his home. I also had taken care of his insurance. I talked to the doctors about big decisions and surgeries. Even after my father had been released from the hospital’s care, he had been taken to Greenville County Detention Center on charges of a

I was arrested and charged for the murder. I called my parents crying. They believed I was innocent and finally built up the courage to tell me something they have been hiding for the past 22 years of my life. They told me I was not an only child, in fact I had a troubled identical twin sister named Ally Bennett. My parents continued on telling me they had giver her away after figuring out she was troubled. They sent her to a mental asylum in which she broke out 15 years later. They said that I was too young to remember, and did it to give me my best chance. My parents later flew to Chicago and came to the jail in which I was held. They explained what had happened and showed Ally’s birth certificate as evidence to prove I was innocent. I was finally

I think here is safe. How could this have happened to us? What has my father ever done wrong to meet such terrible fate? Who would have ever done such a thing to my father, a brave warrior and a noble man who always acted on his beliefs and was honest and loyal to those he held dear. Revenge, it is all I seek now my once incarnadine heart has been soured, ripped from my chest and quelled. But how can I gut the heathen like a cony when I do not know thy name? I shall carry out my father's will of vengeance as soon as the killer

over night Adrian flew to Des Moines, got into the airport's terminal around half an hour before midnight and waited for his morning connecting flight. Him and Ronela were exchanging text messages throughout the night. During the wee hours of the morning, it seemed to him like everyone had left the place, the place was deserted, a ghost town where my son (16 years old) was left completely alone in the terminal..when the temperature dropped..., "I was very cold, I put on everything I had, my sweater and jacket, hat and still was very cold"said Adrian. At a time a lonely janitor passed by and " I tried to talk to him" He said to me through the phone "where is everybody?" Adrian asked him, "I don't know" was his only answer. It's hard to believe, as a father it brakes my heart, no one cared, no one looked around to see a 16 years old boy left there by himself, everybody went home or in their own cocoon... I would expect in a situation like that, someone should have looked around, ask about his whereabouts, put him in a lounge or a smaller room with some other people. How would you feel having someone close to you completely worried, isolated and scared... not to mention this boy is my son. I was heart broken and very sad...

One day me, Antonio, and Lick was walking down an alley.They was going to buy sum drugs or sell tell and Lick supposedly robbed somebody and they came after him. They pulled into the alley and started shooting and my cousin tried to pick me up and run and they shot my cousin he fell with me in his arms.I ran once they pulled off I couldn’t find Lick so I ran home and told my mama to called the police but he was already dead. I thought It was my fought because If he didn't try to cover me he could have ran but I found out that Lick had set him up to get killed.We seen Lick 2 weeks later and he didn't say anything to us he just laugh. My cousin was a rapper/boxer he was good to. I have his cd still I listen to It sometimes. He told my daddy before

On the day of December 9, 2013 around 3:45-4:00 my mom got a call, the first time his birth mom called her told her that he was in very bad trouble and she said that she do not know what he did she just got a call and someone is calling now. She called again and told her that he got shot because he walked into someone's house and they shot him. The last time she called she said that he was dead, then my mom started crying and I screamed and asked her what was wrong and she said that John Reil was dead. I just stopped and fell on the floor. I could not stop crying. Then my mom started calling all of her siblings and telling them what happened. After that, the Cops called my mom and asked her some personal questions

A 12 year old boy faces grown up murder charges for the murder of his father’s fiancé who happened to be eight months pregnant. Jordan Brown who was 11 years old at the time, was responsible for the death of Kenzie Houk and the fetus that was still in her womb. On February of 2009, Kenzie Houk was found on her bed with a bullet through her head. Many suspects were investigated but all of the evidence pointed to the young boy as the primary suspect. There were no witnesses to connect him to the murder but when investigators interrogated the victim’s oldest daughter, who was 7, she stated that she heard a “boom” before leaving for school with Jordan. The youngest daughter of the victim, who was 4, was the person who discovered the body on the

was incarcerated at the age of seventeen years old for armed robbery. He was tried and convicted as an adult due to his criminal activity. At the time I didn’t understand his harsh punishment for his crime but I do understand it now. His actions wasn’t a minor offense; in fact it was a serious offense which could have went south if he would have killed someone. I couldn’t image in a million years that my brother would commit such a selfish and cruel act when he didn’t have a valid reason too. He was raised with both parents in the household with high profile jobs. Thirteen years later, he still don’t understand his reasoning behind his situation. I am proud to say that he is out of prison but is suffering from

It was a normal; muggy, but beautiful and cloudy afternoon in San Bernardino. A Mexican male avid student was walking his usual two mile route back home. Less than a quarter mile from his house he was pummeled on the back of the head, thrown into a near driveway then, repeatedly hit so hard that the sound attracted the owner of the driveway who then called the authorities. A day later, the father of the student wanted retaliation, he found the criminal then chased him for a few miles while carrying a metal bar. The criminal was struck  a few times, then the father returned home. This trickled pre-cautions after the event that still occur to this day. That student was my eldest brother.

5 family members were murdered in their Minnesota home on September 10th, police were sent to the home by a coworker to check in after no one had heard from them in a few days, The husband, Brian Short, is suspected to have killed his wife and 3 children with a shotgun then turned to shot himself, The wife and children were found dead in their beds while the husband was found in the garage, It was noted that the community had absolutely no threats to the family, the autopsy revealed that it was most likely to have been a murder suicide.

I do not clearly remember the next few days leading up to the funeral. I know no one was sleeping and emotions were running high. On the day of the funeral, we all were allowed to see him for the first time since the accident. We were instructed to look, but do not touch him no matter what. The accident mangled him so badly on the inside that just one touch and his body would cave in. As I looked upon him, just barely 23, I was in complete denial. I looked him over and over. “It’s not him”, I said to myself. After the family left, they closed the casket; he would not be open for the public. At one o’clock, January 16, 2001, his funeral began. I remember each part of the service. I remember every word that was spoken and every song that was sung. As the last song played, Dixie Chicks’ “Wide Open Spaces”, four people in black walked down the aisle toward the casket. The looks in their faces were