10.15.05

Guardian Angel

Posted in Uncategorized at 9:27 pm by PatrickMead

by: Patrick Mead She was a black girl in a 98% white school north of Detroit. The Christian high school had given her a scholarship to attend so her mom drove her in from Pontiac every morning. She felt out of place and unconnected… and she was. There were some boys in the school who — to be charitable — didn’t have other’s best interest or Jesus anywhere near their heart. They made comments to the girl, whispered, threatening, leering as they passed her by in the halls. There was nothing anyone could do unless one of the boys became more open about their harassment. One day the boys followed her in the hallway from one class to the other just to make her nervous. She didn’t want to complain or whine, didn’t want to be marked as a complainer… but her tears were finally noticed by some of the other girls and the story tumbled out. A young man walked up to her. “I heard about what’s going on,” he said. “I’m not in your class, but if you stay in your room when the bell rings, I’ll come and walk you to your next class. And I’ll do that every period. And those boys? Don’t worry about it. I’ll have a talk with them.” The six foot two sophomore smiled at her and walked away. He escorted her to every class for the next two days. At some point during that time he got the offending boys off to the side and had a very serious talk with them. The harassment ended, girls rallied around her and made friends, and all went well. I didn’t know anything about this until weeks later when the principal saw me and came over to talk to me. He had heard about it and wanted to thank me for raising such a son. Yes, the girl’s guardian angel was my son. I went to him and told him he did the right thing but, why didn’t he tell me about it? He shrugged. “It wasn’t anything big, dad. I knew what to do so I did it.” Thank you, God, for such a son.

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