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.