So when we came home from church on what I want to be a relaxing day there was trouble on the other side of the fence. We came in the back with the bikes and out front there were probably ten middle school and high school boys from the church around the corner fighting. I chose to watch for awhile and then something in me kicked me into action. I had made it up the stairs halfway still observing when I decided to run down and yell at the boys to get out of here. "Stop what you are doing and go where you belong!" Surprisingly, they actually listened!
What motivated me to action?
Maybe it was because I went through many torturous years in high school and middle school being picked on and I wanted to stand up for the little guy.
Maybe it was because on our bike ride home I was already angry because twice two cars went through the stop signs without paying any attention to me, Greg, and Charlotte on our bikes as we were at a stop sign.
Maybe it was because I miss being in the classroom and having an impact on students' lives.
Or maybe it was because Charlotte was with me, and I want her to know that fighting is not tolerable or that when she starts dating (yikes) she shouldn't pick a boy who thinks its cool to fight with others. Although she's only 15 months I want her to learn from me to stand up for the little guy or girl and step in to change the behavior rather than sit on the sidelines and watch.
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