Killing Gandhi

You sit on the sidelines, but you are still watching closely at what is going on. You start to tell your friends about what might happen and then they start to protect Gandhi. You are extremely happy and content. You are not the person that is protecting him, but you are the organizer of protecting him and everyone around him. You wake up one fateful day, the sky is gloomy, and you get the feeling that something has happened. You go to pick up the newspaper. Before you even pick it up your hair stands up on your skin. You pick up the newspaper, the headline,"Man Saves Gandhi's Life." Your friend saved Gandhi's life because of you. You start to feel pride and extreme doubt. You could have been there, but you decided to be on the sidelins, and now a mans life has been taken because of it. A mans life that isn't your own.