Adrian, 32

6’2″, 239 lbs, I went to get a knife to kill a man. I ended up hugging him. I had gotten into an altercation with a Crip. I was a Blood. I left the wing with a knife to kill him, when a friend stopped me and asked if I wanted to go to church. I told him no. He asked again, to which I said no again. Then he responded, “We are going to church even if I have to wrestle you there.” Which was funny, cause I am much bigger than him. But I caved in. I told him, “This better be the best church service.” Little did I know it would be. We sat in the back. While he paid attention, I wrestled with how I was going to kill the Crip. And right as I had thought of the perfect plan, my friend looks at me and says, “But you will lose.” And it stuns me, because I do not believe in coincidences. But he is talking about wrestling and doesn’t know about my thoughts. So I start to think about God and argue the possibility that maybe God needs you to get his vengeance. And I paused, because at the time I am not supposed to believe in God. But like I said, I don’t believe in coincidences. So I say skeptically, “What do you want me to do then, God?” And immediately I felt warm, like someone hugged me. And so I say, “God, are you crazy? This man tried to kill me. I will at least punch him.” I do this back and forth for five minutes until church ends, and I walk out with my friend. When we got to my wing, he asked me if I needed help. I say no. He leaves. I go inside my wing and I look down the run. No one says anything to me. I keep walking when I see the Crip dude running down the steps. He is running fast and he looks like he is holding a fan motor. I immediately thought the worst, but when he got to me, there was nothing in his hands. The first thing out of his mouth was, “Sorry.” So I stop him and just hug him.