It is such a common sight, as I drive from work, to see a group of young men hanging out in the neighborhood surrounding the high school where I work. Some of them I know. They were previous students of mine. The stance is always the same; one eye on each other and their other eye on the look out. They’re always aware of the action taking place on the street. So much is at stake.
Sometime I honk and wave at the one’s I know. Sometime I just wonder where they’re headed. I’ve known a few who never made it out the neighborhood. One that stays with me because he died so young; killed after starting a family and trying to get out. Once you’re in … sometimes there’s only one way out.
Yet I know each of these young men are like the values scales I have them practice. Depending on the pressure put on them, they change to be a different shade ; in the classroom so bright and fun, on the street — darker. If only the darker side could be erased away to reveal what I think is the truer shade.