Each summer I see hundreds of happy kids come to the camp I help out with.
I help out at a camp out in the country who takes kids from the inner city
who's parents are in prison and I tell them about God. One week I met a kid
who especially touched my heart. He was known as no teeth Dominique because
of his missing two front teeth.
He was a great kid, and you could tell he was having a blast.
The last day came and it was time for the kids to pack
up. I went over to him and asked him if he had everything packed. He
looked
up at me and said, "I don't want to go home." It hit me instantly of the
kind of place he had to go home to. These are the kind of kids who sleep
on
the floor so they won't get hit be the flying bullets. They've seen gang
members with guns and drugs. Instead of hearing the peaceful sound of
crickets at night, they hear sirons from police cars. I take my life for
granted so much. He got on the bus waved and smiled. The only thing I could
do was wave back and hope that he has Jesus as a friend.
