Baskin robbins, roller coasters and gangsters
Baskin robbins, roller coasters and gangsters It was a Tuesday...I was about to drive home after a long day of work. I had just finished up a day spent with youth in my city. I sat with them, talked with them, and listened to their stories about suffering, gang life, and the woes of the inner city. Hearing their personal stories once again rocked me into the harsh reality of their lives. I was blown away. By the end of the day I was emotionally exhausted from listening and my heart was shattered. I felt my emotions begin to well up as I was walking to my car, and after using whatever strength I had left to climb in, I paused and took a deep breath. I buckled my seat belt, and then completely broke. Every time I closed my eyes for a moment all I could see was the innocent faces of those teens. I couldn't help, but hear the silent cry of "SAVE ME," as I peered into their eyes. The sad truth was their lives were shattered because of the dysfunction of those around the