Another young one

Another tragedy has struck our world. 
A 16yr old young lady couldnt’ be awoken from her sleep a school morning ago.
I didn’t know her personally but the boys did and she is the sister of one of the young men I consider my own.
There had been issues, issues with outside influences. This got me to thinking. 
I have wanted to be an instrument of change for the generation below me.  I was hoping more people would listen to the young ones but alas…we dont’.
I watched a movie my youngest recommended: “Freedom Writers” which showed a day in the life of a “regular” teen in Long Beach. This movie was filmed in the 90’s and it still fits and shows what our young people have to face. Most of our young people live in poverty, with disappearing parents, no one to really care.
I love to hear my boys talk.  But I have kept that line of communication open from the get go…sometimes I have to hear things no Mom wants to hear but know in my heart, how blessed I am that my sons even talk, talk real.
How come our young ones don’t feel the love we have? I feel like I have enough love in my heart to share it all over.
All I ever hear is “We don’t want them skating here!”  “Oh God, a group of three teens is coming toward us, tuck your purse Sally” “The music, how do they listen to that?!”
All the same stuff I heard when I was a teen.
It’s crap.
They need a place to hang out. They need a parent who really cares. They need any adult to show interest.
Look around in your world, that sullen teen who doesn’t want to talk…just might take a walk with you on the pier or something. No one has to talk at all. Just be. Let your love show.
Can’t we help these kids who are scared.
Some are scared the world is going to end.
Some are scared no boy/girl will ever like me.
Some are scared to go home at night.
Some are scared to bring friends home.
Some are scared to go to school.
Some are scared to walk out the front door.

One thought on “Another young one

  1. mn firefly says:

    Shine a light on them when you come across them… let them see a glimmer of what the world can be like (*love * light * hope * joy*). Sometimes it only takes a single encounter with one perfect messenger (angel, perhaps) to make a difference.

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