Two inches from death.

Not me.

One of my boys, powerful just like me.

He caught a bullet two inches from his heart.

It punched through his flesh, bounced off a bone and came right back.

No more than 24 hours before, we were dropping lines to different tracks.

What was serious is that he talked about what happened right before he prayed to God to keep him from turning back to dirt and returning to dust.

Hopefully this is a wake up call to students, but blacks especially because we are so divided on a campus where struggling to survive is all we know.

Why is there so much damn beef over Greek letters?

Did you know Greek is based on a myth, which is another division amongst us?

Nobody really wants peace so why not go to WAR. Maybe the outcome will close the sore.

I’m about to go to WAR and create a positive atmosphere From here until I get that sheet of paper and walk across the stage.

We can go wither to another level or we can continue to destroy ourselves.

If I go down, I’m going down fighting.

When I graduate from here, all I can say is that it was a waste of my parent’s money and I wouldn’t send another brave soul down this road.

Would you have been hurt if this man died?

Would you have cried if this man died?

It’s time to wake the hell up and start multiplying instead of dividng ourselves.

Herbert D. Wilkins Jr. is a senior Philosophy major from Lakeland.