Domingo Guyton, YMCA
“With blood oozing from four knife wounds, Boston teenager Domingo Guyton made an unusual decision—he did not want his mother to see him this way. So, he walked to a friend’s house and sat on the front steps while they waited for an ambulance. By 1990, the 14-year-old had already been in and out of trouble with local street gangs for three years.
Growing up in a loving home with his mother and grandmother, Domingo had never experienced alcohol, drugs, swearing, abuse or neglect. He sang in the church choir, played the drums and his mother read Bible verses to him every night. Stepping outside their house, however, was like “entering a different world.” His neighborhood was “hardcore” and fights, drugs, and gangs dominated the streets. “Every day, someone got shot or stabbed,” he recalls.
“I started carrying pocket knives at the age of 11, then my grandmother’s kitchen knives. My aunt from Tennessee thought it would be nice for a fine young man like myself to have a BB Gun like my other cousins in the south. She didn’t think I would start carrying it around the streets doing stupid stuff. It was taken from me when I got stabbed,” explained Domingo….”