I'm a 21 year old African-American. 
I'm was active in 2 gangs. One, Kelly Park Court Crips and, my gang, the Roccafella Greasers. Besides rival gang members, there was this one young man named Ian. He challenged me at a party, but never delivered. So I vowed to get him. 

It was a year later that I found out he was working at the local Dollar store. 10 minute walk from my house. My stalleto (Greaser knife) was jammed, so I couldn't get him. I practically blacked out. 

"You lucky mutha *crag*a, wait till yo ass clock out, imma *CRAG* you up nigg(a)!" 

I was dead ass serious. I called up several homies, and we plotted a who-ride. We had the trapper (slang for gang car) and ratchetts (NOT tools. Self explanatory) in the glove box. We were gonna get that clown when we catch him slipping. 

But that was later that night. I saw ponies on 4chan ALOT, so I decided to find out what the "Hype" was about. Went to KYM read the article...watched the first episode... 

I'll admit, I was scared at first. But 7 mins in..I found the secret of the universe. I watched 6 episodes. In a row. The emotions going through me was uncanny. I felt tingly, I felt lighter..I felt warm. 

I called off the Who-ride. My homies were like "What the *crag*? You serious nigga?" I could not BEGIN to explain to them..but cause it was MY beef, not the sets, they let it go. So I went to see Ian the next day. 

Ponies showed a moralism that challenged my own. Through their example, I saw how I SHOULD be living. They touched a part of me that I thought I lost a long time ago. It was like finding Sonic again for the time. 

I went to Ian and said 

"Yo man, real talk, lets squash that shit cuz. Imma let it go, I forgive you neff, I hope you can forgive and forget". I hugged that *crag*er. I don't know what was going through his mind, but he quit the next day. Probably though I was gonna kill his ass. I watched Ponies for the rest of the week, and then found Ponychan. By all rights, I should be in Prison for murder, possesion of a deadly weapon. 

I'm currently not active for the K gang, but I stay by my Greasers (they my boys!). There are days when I start to relapse when around Slobs or when the old homies are trying to hype me up. I WILL beat this. I will lose this gang mentality, I WILL be set free. And Ponies are the first step. The second time was when a homies robbed a liquor store. Cause they knew what gang we roll'd with, they claimed I was there too. My Alibi? I was watching the Live stream for episode 24. My ISP, ClearWire, confirmed my IP addresses location for that evening and with GPS (and some good state lawyers) Proved it was my home computer and not some laptop. Ponies keeps me out of prison AGAIN (which Is why I couldn't finish my fan-fic. I was in and out of court hearings). I'm not a bad guy, I just made bad decisions. I'm no hard guy (but if you push me, you'll see whats craccin'), I'm smart (Certified in A+/Net+), I have a social life and a good circle of (non-gang) friends. I have likes and interests (LOVE heavy metal and punk rock), and still like to live young. I'm just a normal kid, who made a bad decision. But Ponies are getting me back on track. Ponies saved my Life. 

I could go into detail about how magnificent and deep the Ponies changed me, but most of us Bronies already know that feel.