My baby was murdered. Don't let my baby's death be in vain.

Don't let this happen to another child.

My baby was murdered. Don't let another child come out like my baby.

I remember in October he told me he was tired of getting into trouble. He made a decision to leave it all behind.

Martin was Martin. We all have moods, ups and downs, but he is still Martin.

My son will never serve his time. He will never get out of the boot camp, never get the chance to turn his life around, and never see his dream of becoming a basketball player.