So, I coach soccer at my old middle school. It's rewarding, and some days are absolutely amazing. Other days, it ends like this. Heartbreaking and wanting to scream from the inside out. So, two of my girls came up to me when I arrived, just to talk. And one of them had a small pencil that had been sharpened to within at inch of the eraser. The metal at the end had been bent so that it formed a point, sharp enough to cut. She told me that she took it away from one of her friends, because he was trying to cut himself in class. Luckily, he walked up to talk to us right then. I told him to show me his wrists, and he had two scratches from today, but no previous scars. He instantly got frightened, and begged with me not to tell his principal. I told him that I wouldn't for today, but that I would check in on him every day from now on. I promised him that if I ever saw anything more serious, I would tell someone immediately. I've never been so scared, and actively praying as I have today for this boy.
My heart sank like a rock. It's not like he's my own kid, but I really feel for these students at the school. They're just like any other people that just want someone to listen to them and pay attention every once and awhile. I'm so glad I can be there for them, but at the same time I'm scared as ever. I don't know if the decision I made is right, but it's the path I've chosen, and I can only pray that God will take care of the rest.
Wow, it felt really good to get that off my chest. See what I mean about blogs being the perfect listeners? Heavensent.
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