February 17, 2010
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Being run over
…or something close to it.
Another fight at the youth center tonight. This one, thank goodness, was not involving many of our “usual” kids, and had to do with issues outside the center (as well as taking place outside the gate). But it still doesn’t make it any better a mess to deal with.
Someone had jumped someone and so someone called someone who then called up his friends…
As we get ready to take the kids home in the bus, coats and hoodies come flying off and all i see is some light skinned guy getting banged in the middle. I made sure all the lil kids were on the bus and that there were no girls involved. Then i grabbed hoodies. you can keep a safe distance and pick off the outter guys, grabbing their hoodies and holding tight until the fight moves off to another spot.
My instant reaction is to start preaching to the kid or something. Kayla laughs “You always tell them they need to get God in them when they fight.”
i normally don’t remember what i say. i guess it just falls into whatever i know best. i know God is the answer.
I picked up all the hoodies and began delivering them to their owners–i thought the fight was over. But they didn’t think so. The gang who showed up in a big white van decided they were going to run over kids with the van. in the alley. The kids got out of the way quick enough. I happened to be the closest one, trying to give a kid back his coat. I jumped behind a car to get away, then realized it was MY car that i jumped behind.
So i jumped back up and started yelling “hey! that’s my car!”
they stopped inches from my bumper, and my legs. i really should think before i do things.
The police came and everyone was gone. Scattered whispers on the bus ride home told me bits and pieces of what happened. I don’t know about the van load of guys, but we had a bloody lip and swollen eye on the bus. The biggest news was how Mz.Rachel almost got hit.
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Please pray for the fighting spirit that is permeated the kids. It seems to be all they think about, talk about, and the little kids feel it the most. They are little, so normally i just grab one and haul them away, but still. They don’t stay little forever. It just seems like a cycle that drags everything and everyone into it.
Praise the Lord, and pray for Corey, who gave his heart to Jesus today. After we prayed together, i went out and told his older brother, Curtis. Curtis thought he was in trouble for something, but when i told him his little brother had gotten saved, he got teary eyed. Curtis, Corey, and I shared a big hug and i said “we all family now.”
