Today after work, I drove my friend downtown, literally, to the Sheriff's office so she could be fingerprinted...no, not for committing crimes, but for a new job! In order to enter the building, we had to walk past the "visitors" who were shouting back and forth with the "residents" at our county jail. At first I was nervous, but I guess a safe place to be would be near the jail, right??? But, much to my surprise, I really felt very sad. I felt sad because so many men in our community have made so many bad choices. What happens next for them? Is there change? Do they care? I want them to care. This emotion startled me, because I know that usually I would primarily think about how fortunate we are to have these "bad" people locked up. I would be quick to pass judgement and forget about them.
So once again I am faced with the question of what can I do to make a difference in my community, or in a community where boys grow up too fast, trying to be men but with no role models to teach them how to be real men. Where do I begin? I don't know...I really don't know. But...I want to find my starting line and maybe begin with a brisk walk, eventually working my way to a steady jog, pacing myself, taking breaks when I need to, but willing to go the distance to help one, two, or who knows how many people in the process.
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