People come to this city all year and embrace the culture and atmosphere to experience different events. Like the Essence Festival, Jazz Fest, Mardi Gras, or just to tour the French Quarters. But there is so much crime poverty here beyond the beauty of the French Quarters, drugs, homelessness and other situations often go unnoticed by tourists. When walking home from school one day after practice trying to get home because it was getting late, and I saw two men arguing with each other and the other man pulled out a gun a shot the other man right in front of me. I covered my eyes until the gunman left and then I ran home to tell my mother. I didn’t want to go to school anymore; it took me at least three to four week before I would come out side again. It gave me nightmares and I kept seeing it flash in front of me over and over again. Another time I went to the grocery store for my mother just to pick up a few things, upon leaving the store, I was walking up the street and this guy pulled a gun on me, telling me to “give me your money”. I dropped the things that I had in my hand and gave him the money and then I ran home. I was so out of it; when my mother asked me “where is the food”, and I responded to her “I was robbed” and she called the police. The police came out to take the report and wanted me to give a description of the guy. But all I could remember was that he had on a white tee shirt and blue…