I never wanted to move here. I was content with the life I had, the friends I still have, and they
way my life was. It is said that with death new opportunities arise, and new opportunities arose,
albeit for other people to ruin my life. If there is one lesson I learned from my ordeal, it was to
always expect the worse from people, no matter how caring they may seem or how inclined they
appear to make you feel welcome. If you enter a door promising paradise, expect hell. In
addition to that, never walk into unfamiliar territory and expect a warm reception, because more
often than not, somebody does not want you there. Unintentionally, you may cause a ripple
effect which hampers their plans for life. I learned two important things from my short stay in
Branton: the first is to never forget. Second, naïveté can be the downfall of anyone.
