When I was 16 I got in a fight with a guy outside and then later found out he died from the injuries he sustained. I've never told anybody about it.

We were waiting at a red light and he jumped out his car and started yelling in my face and hitting me. I remember him being huge, like a professional wrestler and him having dreads and a big scar down his left cheek. I don't really remember the fight, only waking up in the back of an ambulance and then being released at the hospital with no charges. I've often wondered about his family and how they handled it and I've often felt guilty about the whole thing.