Well I'm sure that right about now, you are wondering who I am. Well to answer your question my name is Alexander. I wish that I knew more but the truth is that I never knew my last name. When I was very little I was dropped off at the downtown. I thought nothing of it, maybe my mom was going to come back. For two days I sat there on the sidewalk without anything to eat but the egg my mother left me. Once I realized nobody was coming I just walked, I had no idea where but I assumed that if I just kept to one direction, somebody would find me. One night I was still walking, tired, hungry, helpless, and a man ran straight into me and put a gun to my head. The police were coming. A million things went through my head. "Am I going to die?" Is dieing so bad for me at this point?" A police man from behind hit the man in the head and he shot me. I then realized I needed to cling onto life while I could. I went to the hospital and they put me on life support. I was dead... For a half hour I was dead. God was with me. He breathed life into my lifeless body. That is why I am a foster to Christian parents, and I love my faith.
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