It was my grandparents, dad, brothers, mom, some of her siblings and I gossiping while we waited for the last few drunks who didn't get the memo to leave. Later, we were interrupted by a young man, he came running frantically, struggling to speak and breathing heavily. I remember that it was cold that night and I was even shaking, but as soon as he told us what the problem was the cold was so insignificant at that moment that I didn't feel it anymore. It was hard to understand what he was trying to say, but apparently there was a man on the brink of death. My father and two of my uncles followed the boy behind the house and over a thigh-high rock wall. We were left confused and helpless waiting for any clarification. My uncle, Angel, reciprocated, his face exuded fear, his hands were shaking, he was on the verge of tears and his voice was shaking with every word he spoke. It was as if I could feel his emotions as my heart rate increased rapidly. Angel explained what the boy had tried to tell us, but in more detail. The man had been beaten and stabbed, his face was