In summer 2006, when I was 12, I went on a mission trip with my youth group. We went to Mexico and built houses for the people. There were about 6 other churches there, and I met a boy my age from a different church. We became good friends. Two days later, we had a little heart to heart talk. He told me that he comes from an abusive family in a little town with tons of crime and drugs. I was so shocked. There was nothing in his sunny, friendly demeanor consistent with what he told me, but I believed it. I almost cried when he said, "I don't want to go home. I have no friends there. Why would God show me what love is if he's only going to let me experience it for 10 days?"
He reminded me so much of a girl who was in my PE class in 6th grade, and still goes to my middle school. She's always bullying kids from the nearby elementary school and vandalizing and shoplifting, but her parents don't even care about her. I wondered how different she would be if people gave her a second chance.
2007-11-11
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