I wish you could have seen our living room during the celebration! On one end the guys were cheering on the Royals. On the other were several friends from my teaching days. While the guys were cheering on the home team, my "homies" and I were swapping stories from the trenches. Thankfully, Annalyn was distracted enough by the ballgame, that she didn't hear most of the stories of desperation of the children and families we serve, like the 6 year old girl who was gunned down at the 7-11 down the street as her father watched. That's kind of how life is, isn't it? Family and friends sharing good times and not so good times.
Thanks to all those who joined us last night, and to the many folks who visited on the blog. Nearly 200 visitors...woo hoo! I hope you'll keep coming back. The 31 Days blogging challenge is coming to an end, but not 'David's Daughter'. Anything goes after Friday.
The end of this week also concludes our Kickstarter project. With only 5 days to go, we are a very long way from making our goal. After 10 years of God breaking my heart with students who live, and die, lives are turmoil and devastation, sharing books with a message of love, hope and forgiveness is the only way I know to help. I need backers so we can purchase books to give to kids, sharing in small groups of at risk kids. Let me introduce you to a few of them.
DaJuan was a quiet, talented and funny sophomore when I met him at the alternative school. At least most of the time. Sometimes, after being beaten with an umbrella or broom by his grandmother, he had some anger issues. After being forced out of his mother and grandmother's house, DaJuan stayed with friends. For reasons none of the staff could imagine, while enrolled in our program, DaJuan's mom had a "contract" put out on him. Thanks to our principal and advocate, he was placed somewhere safe, while a reconciliation was worked on.
Then there was my 3rd grade student, Davonna, who was new to our school that year. Not only did she come to school several times with unexplained bruises, her mom showed up to parent/teacher conferences with a black eye, bruises and an outlandish story. We learned over the course of the year, that Davonna had been sexually assaulted several times, but someone in her home world. During reading table time, she would sit as close to me as she could and play with my bracelets. I don't know if I was more devastated or thankful when Davonna died at the end of the school year from complications to meningitis. Because I believe in a God who loves children, I also believe His rescued Davonna from a life of desperation.
I could tell you about the middle school siblings, whose dad locked the door if they were not in the house at 9:00 p.m., no matter what the reason, forcing them to find shelter and food where they could. I could tell you about the little boy who was the family thief. Mom was happy when she showed up to relieve him of the $50 he had stolen at school. After spending the rest of the school year in participating in an alternative program. Returning to his home school this fall, he attacked a teacher.
The stories go on and go. So many kids looking for something better. Every teacher I have worked with has an arsenal of students who have seen and experienced things that should never be a part of a child's world.
Stories about a pair of bunnies may not seem like a big deal. Somebody taking the time to come read one of the stories to them, and then giving them their own book to take home is. I can't reach out to kids without your help. There's only 5 days, including Sunday, to support outreach to at risk kids. Please click on the Kickstarter button on the top right for more information, and prayerfully consider supporting our project.