The day that I will never forget, began as a day full of hope. I had been attacked on the job two years prior, and had been out of work since then. I had to have surgery and physical therapy, and in the meantime I got divorced. I was putting all of that behind me, and had my first job interview for a nursing management job. I had a lot to be thankful for. My son who had become addicted to drugs, for a six month period, had been drug free for a little over a year. His drug of choice was xanax. He had numerous legal charges, varying from unpaid motor vehicle tickets, to burglary and theft, as well as possesion charges. He and his fiance had moved into their own apartment 1 month before this. He was raising her six month old son as his own - he had delivered the baby and he was the only daddy he knew. He had a job that he worked 7 days a week, 10 hours a day. Everything had been going smooth and then he lost his job. He had problems getting another one, and all of his bills were due. I guess I just didn't realize how much this depressed him.My interview went really well. My son was on my answering machine a couple of times when I got home, wanting to know how I made out. I called him back at 5:30pm and told him that it went really good. At 10:00pm I received a call from his fiance, who was crying. She told me that she had tried to call Justin's cell phone and that a detective had answered and said that there had been a shooting, but he wouldn't tell her anything else. I called his cell phone and another detective answered, and told me that there was a shooting and that 1 person was dead, but he didn't know who. It took me an hour to find out that it was my son. My son and his fiance's cousin had gone over to buy xanax and for some reason my son was in the passenger seat of his car. He never let anyone drive his car, and everyone knew this. The detectives found out afterwards that the kid that was with my son was the intended target, and that they didn't wait to see who got out of the passenger seat. 22 shots were fired and 4 hit my son. It turned out that Justin had relapsed 2 weeks prior to his death. His friends tell me that he was so depressed over not being able to get another job, and having a family to support. They said that he only took one pill to try to relax and get some sleep, and that put right back into it again. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't miss him, and wish that he hadn't of taken that ride that night that changed all of our lives forever.
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