This day has changed my life. I got up this Saturday morning after many nights late work to have a phone call from Nicole's mother. She had been found between her building by her super and detectives had said she had fallen. I fell to my knees in disbelief. I couldn't even fathom something hurting my amazing girl. She was invincible. For the next two hours or more I called everyone in NY, trying to find all of her friends, and get someone to the Harlem hospital pronto to check on her and tell her help was coming. Her parents frantically bought two different tickets and were going in the morning, I got a ticket Monday. So, as you can guess, I wasn't myself all day. But the event that night, which I want to call a benefit for the 121 and Nicole, was a huge success. I wore a short for Nicole and got all of her friends to sign it, everyone was in disbelief and I was going to try not to think about it till I was with her. I got word from Cheree that she was alive and giving her thumbs up. Overall there were probably 300 people at the event and a good bit of money was raised for the AC. As odd as life is, it was a good day to know that my fighter was still alive and that things went well at the 121.
