Sometimes life sucks
Tonight I was driving a kid home from church. He came because his friend invited him--we welcome high school guys on Tuesday nights and we play ball, discuss the Bible together. Its good for our church to have some kids that are a little bit more "street" around.
Anyway, I was driving a kid home, and it was his first time here, so he is kinda checking us out. He asked me for advice about how to deal with a girl he likes (such a ninth grader!), and we talked about that for a while, but then I realized that we are driving through a neighborhood that looks more and more menacing.
"So do you feel safe here?" I asked, tenatively.
"Not really. My best friend got killed here three weeks ago."
The kid's in ninth grade. Not a thug. A sweet, kind, skinny, freshman.
His friend was shot because he hit on a girl, and the girl's brother didn't like it.
No kid his age should have to deal with crap like that.
Anyway, I was driving a kid home, and it was his first time here, so he is kinda checking us out. He asked me for advice about how to deal with a girl he likes (such a ninth grader!), and we talked about that for a while, but then I realized that we are driving through a neighborhood that looks more and more menacing.
"So do you feel safe here?" I asked, tenatively.
"Not really. My best friend got killed here three weeks ago."
The kid's in ninth grade. Not a thug. A sweet, kind, skinny, freshman.
His friend was shot because he hit on a girl, and the girl's brother didn't like it.
No kid his age should have to deal with crap like that.
And no. No kid should have to deal with that.