Johnny stood on the corner of 5th and Main Street with a smile on his face.  He had on his new white shirt and black tie.  His black slacks slightly moved with the breeze.

                It was late afternoon and the sun was blinding in the clear blue sky.  The slight breeze mixed with the cooling of the day felt great when it hit his skin.  It was perfect weather for a perfect day.

                The day had been good for Johnny and the smile wouldn’t leave his face.  Everything had gone right for the first time in his life.  He stood there thinking that surely he was going to have a great night.

                Many people passed him by.  Nobody looked at him or said hi.  He didn’t care about a soul who kept walking to continue on with their day.  He just stood there and smiled and thought about his day.

                The buildings, the people, and all the noising vehicles in the streets are all he knows and where he feels at home.  He could walk around for hours before adventuring on over to the next block, but he just stood on the corner of 5th and Main with a smile on his face.

                The corner was where everything started and where he discovered what kind of man that he truly was.  This was the spot where life told him it was time to take a stand.  This corner was where Johnny learned that nothing was out of his reach; because all he had to do was reach out his hand.

                It was truly a good day for Johnny, a day that he soon won’t forget.  It was a good day except for one thing; this is the day that Johnny died.

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