MindSpinner

Once upon a time in a small town some distance from you and from me today, it was the boy’s grandmother who came to the meeting at school, the grandmother who had moved her family out of the city where neighborhoods are dangerous and young people die violently. She wiped a tear for the grandson in boot camp, for the child in prison. She wiped a tear for the girl in the city who’d been murdered and burned. Grandmother herself had sustained injuries at the hands of the angry children she was trying to save. Clearly there was no one else she could turn to. Though she was not enough alone, though the boy spurned her in the meeting, she had brought her family to the small town in hopes that they might be saved from what might become of them - or from what they might become. Afterward, she walked away down the hall slowly, love soldiering on.