Monday, August 18, 2014

Sunday Brunch- A Response to a Police Officer's Wife's reaction to the Ferguson Missouri Incident

Kristi Neace is a "Christian author. International/National speaker. Women's Speaker. Police Wife. Books. Bible Studies. Bible teacher." She recently wrote a blog post about all the tragic happenings in Ferguson, Missouri. I can't say I was surprised at the post she wrote but I was surprised about my initial reaction. I felt frustrated, confused at some of the Biblical connections she made and generally wondered how on earth so many like minded, Bible reading, followers of Christ could truly assume the same point of view in the comment section of her blog. I'll summarize her post but if you'd like to read it in it's entirety here it is. If you chose the link you can skip the next couple of paragraphs and read my response.

Kristi is frustrated at all she's been hearing. Her husband is a cop and she wanted to offer a counter perspective to this incident (I like counter perspectives;)) Recently she's heard a lot of cop bashing banter. She wants us to put ourselves in the officers shoes that work long hours protecting people who desire to sometimes abuse the very officers that want to serve and protect. She continued to number the many cops that have lost their lives in the line of duty (may God bless their service and their families). She then goes on to accuse the media of cop bashing. Kristi goes on to talk about the spouses of the cops and all they endure. She finally gets to the spiritual aspect of the writing where she addresses sin.
"There is no such thing as a black or white issue, 
male or female issue, rich or poor issue, what it 
reveals is the condition of the heart."
Kristi continues to talk about how she will encourage officers. She thanks those that respect them, asks God to help those that lash out at officers over media outlets. Admonishes the politicians who decide to weigh in on situations like these, and encourages the media to find some integrity. 

This is my letter to Kristi: 

Kristi,

As the wife of a fireman, who also puts his life on the line every day he's on duty, thank you for your husband's service and your's as well as a wife. The ultimate tragedy in the Ferguson case was that a young man's life was lost. I cannot argue "facts" as I do not know the "facts".  None of us really can know, as we live in a media age where "newsworthy" (i.e. ratings booster) stories are spun like a child's top.

What I can say is, historically there has been in this country, a system that has unfairly treated minority communities and its residents as "less than". My black fire fighting husband has been treated on numerous occasions as "less than" by law enforcement officers. I, a person of mixed race, with all my professional accolades and college degree has been treated as "less than" by law enforcement officers. This very well documented improper treatment of minorities is a shameful blemish on this country's Constitution and laws which purport to defend the rights of every human being who dwells in the U.S. via the Civil Rights Act of 1964 and many other legal statutes that exists to protect us from this type of behavior.

As a fellow believer, it is our duty as followers of Christ, not only to pray, fast, and lament for injustices (be they perceived by us as embellishments or actual, right in our own backyards or in a distant suburb like Ferguson, Missouri) but to take action when necessary (Micah 6:8). There are thousands of American believers, men women and children, who sacrificed things like their dignity, personal safety, and sometimes their precious lives so that each and every once of us (regardless of color) could be ensured a more concrete explanation of our God given rights and have those rights enforced to the fullest extent of the law. They too have been "spit on, flipped off, cursed out, beaten, shot at, run over and belittled" all in the name of justice. Kristi, the problem is not your husband, but the established and flawed governing system that came before he ever pinned an officer's badge on the lapel of his uniform.

Regarding your husband's job, the things you mentioned (long work hours, missed family time, and the abusive behavior of the general public), be they hazardous, are the occupational norms of his job. My husband deals with being pooped, peed, bled, vomited on (exposing him to all kinds of diseases and infections), possibly being asphyxiated due to insufficient air, trapped in a burning building, and potentially being burnt to a crisp. BUT he chose this line of work as his profession. The perils of the job are his occupational norm. Now, this doesn't alleviate the potential stress on my end because of his job but I did have the chance, because we were already married, to speak into and discuss his decision to become a fireman. Ultimately, his career was a choice we both agreed upon.

 Micah 6:8 states "And what does the Lord require of you? To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God." Where was the justice in Ferguson? Where was mercy for Michael Brown's life? Where was the humility of the law enforcement community in the wake of the residents of Ferguson being stricken, appalled, and deeply wounded  by the preceding events? These are questions I'm asking myself and praying about as I continue to process through this incident; an incident that sadly sounded very familiar to ones I've heard the length of my life as a brown person.

You are right Kristi, it does indeed boil down to sin but sin revels in dwelling and wreaking havoc in places like race, gender, and socio-economic differences; places that God intended for our differences to compliment each other. But sin swept in after the fall of Adam and Eve and continually attempts to usurp God's goodness. Sin is not blind. And neither are we. I pray that justice prevails. I have hope that God will right whatever went so horribly wrong the day that Michael Brown's life was taken away. I pray my Father's will be done and no one else's.

Fiery Wife

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Saturday, August 9, 2014

Sunday Brunch- A Call to Action

I am ashamed. I am ashamed that my prayers have been little and meager. Little in length. Little in commitment, but large in their cowardice. These past few days I have shied away from headlines that have anything to do with the persecution of Christians and other religious minorities at the hands of ISIS in Iraq. I have been too concerned with upsetting myself, to look at the carnage that an entire community of believers is facing.  It's easy for me to do this. They're so far away from me.

But today, I say no. The enemy wants us to do nothing but I want nothing to do with the enemy! So today I stop being a wuss. I will not remain silent. I will not politely refrain from talking about scary things. I refuse to have any more surface-y conversations with fellow believers. It's not time for that!

Followers of Christ, WAKE UP if you've been sleeping! “The time is fulfilled, and the kingdom of God is at hand; repent and believe in the gospel.” Mark 1:15. Please please repent, stop your foolishness and believe that the Gospel is true and living and you, yes YOU have purpose for the furthering of God's kingdom. Please, do not warm the bench tomorrow at church. The enemy revels in that. God's words and power are transformative. So, step aside; move out of the way so God can transform you in order to use you!

I read an article that shook me to my core. It wasn't any kind of prolific writing; it was the un-pixellated images. Images that have permanently been burned into my memory. The body of a headless toddler. The body-less heads of half a dozen young men on display for all to see. My chest tightened and I broke a sweat in my air conditioned living room. That could've been my youngest or my husband in those photos had I been born in Iraq instead of the U.S. I felt this rock in the hollows of my stomach; not knowing what to do with it all. So I began to write this.

 "Be alert and of sober mind. Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour." (1 Peter 5:8-9) These atrocities are scare tactics for the living! They are intended to devour our faith; make us weak in the knees and cower before the seeming might of the enemy. Please do not be deceived. He has not won. The victory was Christ Jesus' sacrifice and subsequent resurrection. Be alert brothers and sisters. Don't change the channel, don't exit out of that internet window just to look at mindless buffoonery. Allow this technology we possess to carry the messages that will break your heart so that you will be compelled to DO ANYTHING for Christ's sake. We have the luxury to sit in front of our televisions, laptops, IPads, smart phones (even our stupid phones are smart), and watch the carnage of a multitude of innocents being MARTYRED for their faith. What greater the pain of those presently; real time; enduring this persecution all in the name of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ.

Brothers and sisters, this is not the time to sit idly and not take action. There are a multitude of things you can do actively to aid those in need. I urge you to choose at least 3 and take action right now!

Pray. Pray and pray some more!

Fast. Ask God what to fast from; He will show you.

Read your Bible; specifically the Gospels so you know why you call yourself Christian.

 I will pray, fast (I hesitated to write the word "fast" because my flesh doesn't want to) and read for my brothers and sisters being martyred in Iraq. I proclaim my intentions for accountability; knowing the weakness of my flesh. Hold me to it. Ask me how it's going. I'll be honest. I know I get cranky when I don't eat so the next few blogs are sure to be interesting.

If you need some encouragement to get moving and the articles and videos popping up in your Facebook newsfeed aren't doing it for you, read the lineage of faithful people that we have derived from:

Hebrews 11
By Faith
Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen. 2 For by it the people of old received their commendation. 3 By faith we understand that the universe was created by the word of God, so that what is seen was not made out of things that are visible.

4 By faith Abel offered to God a more acceptable sacrifice than Cain, through which he was commended as righteous, God commending him by accepting his gifts. And through his faith, though he died, he still speaks. 5 By faith Enoch was taken up so that he should not see death, and he was not found, because God had taken him. Now before he was taken he was commended as having pleased God. 6 And without faith it is impossible to please him, for whoever would draw near to God must believe that he exists and that he rewards those who seek him. 7 By faith Noah, being warned by God concerning events as yet unseen, in reverent fear constructed an ark for the saving of his household. By this he condemned the world and became an heir of the righteousness that comes by faith.

8 By faith Abraham obeyed when he was called to go out to a place that he was to receive as an inheritance. And he went out, not knowing where he was going. 9 By faith he went to live in the land of promise, as in a foreign land, living in tents with Isaac and Jacob, heirs with him of the same promise. 10 For he was looking forward to the city that has foundations, whose designer and builder is God. 11 By faith Sarah herself received power to conceive, even when she was past the age, since she considered him faithful who had promised. 12 Therefore from one man, and him as good as dead, were born descendants as many as the stars of heaven and as many as the innumerable grains of sand by the seashore.

13 These all died in faith, not having received the things promised, but having seen them and greeted them from afar, and having acknowledged that they were strangers and exiles on the earth. 14 For people who speak thus make it clear that they are seeking a homeland. 15 If they had been thinking of that land from which they had gone out, they would have had opportunity to return. 16 But as it is, they desire a better country, that is, a heavenly one. Therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God, for he has prepared for them a city.

17 By faith Abraham, when he was tested, offered up Isaac, and he who had received the promises was in the act of offering up his only son, 18 of whom it was said, “Through Isaac shall your offspring be named.” 19 He considered that God was able even to raise him from the dead, from which, figuratively speaking, he did receive him back. 20 By faith Isaac invoked future blessings on Jacob and Esau. 21 By faith Jacob, when dying, blessed each of the sons of Joseph, bowing in worship over the head of his staff. 22 By faith Joseph, at the end of his life, made mention of the exodus of the Israelites and gave directions concerning his bones.

23 By faith Moses, when he was born, was hidden for three months by his parents, because they saw that the child was beautiful, and they were not afraid of the king's edict. 24 By faith Moses, when he was grown up, refused to be called the son of Pharaoh's daughter, 25 choosing rather to be mistreated with the people of God than to enjoy the fleeting pleasures of sin. 26 He considered the reproach of Christ greater wealth than the treasures of Egypt, for he was looking to the reward. 27 By faith he left Egypt, not being afraid of the anger of the king, for he endured as seeing him who is invisible. 28 By faith he kept the Passover and sprinkled the blood, so that the Destroyer of the firstborn might not touch them.

29 By faith the people crossed the Red Sea as on dry land, but the Egyptians, when they attempted to do the same, were drowned. 30 By faith the walls of Jericho fell down after they had been encircled for seven days. 31 By faith Rahab the prostitute did not perish with those who were disobedient, because she had given a friendly welcome to the spies.

32 And what more shall I say? For time would fail me to tell of Gideon, Barak, Samson, Jephthah, of David and Samuel and the prophets— 33 who through faith conquered kingdoms, enforced justice, obtained promises, stopped the mouths of lions, 34 quenched the power of fire, escaped the edge of the sword, were made strong out of weakness, became mighty in war, put foreign armies to flight. 35 Women received back their dead by resurrection. Some were tortured, refusing to accept release, so that they might rise again to a better life. 36 Others suffered mocking and flogging, and even chains and imprisonment. 37 They were stoned, they were sawn in two,[a] they were killed with the sword. They went about in skins of sheep and goats, destitute, afflicted, mistreated— 38 of whom the world was not worthy—wandering about in deserts and mountains, and in dens and caves of the earth.

39 And all these, though commended through their faith, did not receive what was promised, 40 since God had provided something better for us, that apart from us they should not be made perfect.

Footnotes:
Hebrews 11:37 Some manuscripts add they were tempted

Let me know if you'll join in and do something. Share this post if you feel it will encourage someone to get off their butt and do something. This is not for my glory but for God's. Peace be with you this week!   

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Thursday, August 7, 2014

A Quick Rant/Tantrum Before a Doctor's Visit

It's that time again! Time for the bi-annual hematology visit for Youngest Song and I HATE THAT HE HAS TO GO!
I hate that he was diagnosed with this disease!
I hate that he will have to have blood drawn!
I hate that he's afraid of the doctors and nurses!
I hate that those same doctors and nurses will try to tell me my son will only get worse, not better!
I hate that we'll be there for over 3 hours and have to see the doctor, nurse practitioner, geneticist, dental hygienist, and social worker!
I hate those cold and lonely exam rooms!
I hate that they try to unsuccessfully make them warm with butterflies and other woodland creatures!
I hate that although this diagnosis doesn't define my son that this is part of his story!

I love that Husband called off (the first time ever) to be there with Youngest Son and support me!
I love that we have a great support system that reminded me that our family and Youngest's story can be an encouragement to sufferers of this disease because of his phenomenal health!
I love that my son has never suffered more than a needle prick!
I love that God knows me and is gracious with my thoughts and feelings and has encouraged me through his Word (I started a new devotion about the major characters of the Bible and Youngest Son's Biblical namesake was the first character mentioned) that my son will have long life!

Ahhhhhh! Ok. I'm done.


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Sunday, August 3, 2014

Sunday Brunch- The Pride of Life; a Fresh Perspective

"For all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh, and the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life, is not of the Father, but is of the world." 1 John 2:16

If you're a believer, you've probably heard or referenced this very popular Bible verse once or twice in your life. Lust of the flesh, lust of the eyes and the pride of life. The pride of life...... When I think of that phrase, thoughts of yachts and mansions and Ferraris rush my imagination. I think of Ken Jeong in that Adidas commercial, wearing that gold windbreaker suit sitting on a pile of money. But many more of us suffer from the Pride of Life than we'd like to recognize.

The evil one is clever in the manifestations of sin. The enemy will have you think something sinful you're doing isn't sinful at all. Vincent's Word Studies defines the pride of life (from the greek-             ἡ ἀλαζονεία τοῦ βίου) as:

"empty, braggart talk or display; swagger; 
and thence an insolent and vain assurance 
in one's own resources, 
or in the stability of earthly things, 
which issues in a contempt of divine laws."

"Empty, Braggart Talk or Display; Swagger"
Actor Ken Jeong portraying a filthy rich glutton
 in an Adidas Ad campaign. I don't know what it had to do
with shoes.........

the Ken Jeong example is the easiest example of "vainglory" to recognize. We all know at least one person like that. They may not wear a gold windbreaker suit but maybe they're always talking about their newest shopping conquest (the new Michael Kors handbag or the upgrade from the Honda to the Acura). Do you have a DIY-er friend? The DIYers are my favorite. "I bought this mid-century piece of crap at the thrift store for 10 bucks and for only $100 in chalkboard paint, a gallon of strategically applied modge podge, and seven coats of shellack later, I have this fully customized piece of shabby couture!" It seems harmless enough, but it's boastful. 

Here's a more covert one: maybe you have a friend that's always talking about how much they saved coupon-ing. They've possibly shown you their insurmountable stockpile of free deodorant, single-blade razors, and Poise pads (even though they're not old or leaky) they have FOR ABSOLUTELY NO REASON. We truly are obsessed with saving in this country. But what are we saving for? Is it for God's glory or our own bragging rights? 

Here's the most covert of examples- Do you possibly have a friend (because it couldn't be you) that does missional things (i.e. feed the hungry, clothe the naked, shelter the homeless, etc....) and then announces them in a "humble" way over social media? Maybe they even show a picture of the poor soul who they've helped with the scarf THEY put around their neck with some churchy quote that goes something like this "Blessed to have met Sammy while reaching out to the homeless community tonight." Who was that post for?!?!? Sammy surely aint' seeing it! He most likely doesn't have a computer. Matt. 6:3 clearly states: "But when you give to the needy, do not let your right hand know what your left hand is doing," Goodness gracious! Whatever happened to storing up your treasures in heaven? 

(just a side note,with the exception of the Acura, Michael Kors bag and announcing missional acts on social media, I am guilty to varying degrees of the other offenses mentioned)  

"An Insolent and Vain Assurance in One's Own Resources, or in the Stability of Earthly Things,"

For a long time, my email password was "independentwoman". You'll have to forgive me, because I came of age right when that Destiny's Child song was soaring to the top of the Billboard charts and "Girl Power" was a religion more than it was a catch phrase. I thought I could do anything I wanted and say anything that came to mind. My mom told me "You don't need no man for nothing. Get a job before you get kids. Make sure if he leaves you, you can help yourself."And I prescribed to that for most of my teens and early 20's. But I wasn't truly independent. Instead, I was a slave to seeing how much I could do without the help of anyone else; man, woman, family, or friend. I drove myself near insane and also became super lonely in the process. 

When or if you declare yourself independent, the only thing you make yourself, is independent of God. See, God works in our weakness not our strength and independence. If we decide to declare independence, He'll leave us be for a while, to bloody our own nose. Then, He'll come and clean us up; demonstrating how much He loves us, how much we really do need Him, and getting his well-deserved glory (2 Corinthians 12:9-10).  

We were not meant to do this life alone. We are to walk out our faith with one another (fellow followers of Christ); sharing your life (I'm not talking hippie communes)- the joys, struggles, humiliations and triumphs with each other for God's glory and each other's edification. We are to commune with God regularly through the reading of His Word, and prayer. (Hebrews 10: 24-25, Ecclesiastes 4:9-12)  

"A Contempt of Divine Laws"

Our God is a jealous God (Exodus 20:4-5). He doesn't want to share the spotlight; not even with us! 
Prideful behavior, reduced to its most basic element, is placement of focus on ourselves and the removal of our focus from God. So I ask, where is your focus? 

Are you consumed with the perfection of your image?
Do you mourn or pity the things that lack regarding your image (self deprecate)?  
Have you made yourself an idol by constantly being obsessed with your image or what others think about you? 
Have made your blog, your children, or perhaps, your spouse and idol? Do you spend more time thinking about them than spending time with God? 

If you answered yes to any of the questions above, then you're in contempt! Get it? Like contempt of court? With our self-preservation and focus on self, we are pridefully attempting to usurp the divine laws. It's not gonna happen though. We're not gonna win that struggle. We cannot serve 2 masters (Matt. 6:24) so you gotta choose: God or god(s)? 

This Sunday Brunch was a tough one. While writing it, God has put the mirror right in my face and has allowed me to see some places I need to relinquish to Him. Isn't God good like that?!? It's a humbling and refining experience but I love it because I come out better (because of God) and more equipped to do His work. I pray the same for you. 

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Friday, August 1, 2014

A Memory- Me, A Van, An Old Lady, a Pitbull, and a Shadow

THIS IS A TRUE STORY. I AM NOT MAKING ANY OF THIS UP.

I had to say that because people I've shared this with previously haven't believed me at first and I've had to convince them this truly happened to me. Allow me to begin.

I was on my way to a prayer service at church. I was running late because I had argued with Husband (about something utterly insignificant) and had to stop at my pastor's house to pick up the building keys. Uggh. Just how I wanted to start a prayer service.

I was at an intersection in the right-hand turn lane. I was waiting for traffic to clear when a car to my left (not in ANY turn lane) decided to take a right turn in front of me and scraped the driver's side of my van (if you're confused, see the diagram next to this paragraph) and kept driving. A hit and run!!!!! By the way, this was a month old new/used van. At this point in time, I had a decision to make- 1. let this jerk go and chalk up any damage that this driver may have caused or 2. chase down this driver and snap the hell off.

I chose #2. This was out of my character. I am typically fun
loving/optimistic/ and even tempered. I am definitely not promoting anyone choose #2. For all I knew this person could've had a gun and killed me on sight. But something happened when that person hit my car. My kids could've been in the van. There was potential for injury and this person hadn't even stopped. I was already aggravated by the fact Husband and I had argued earlier, I was running late, and now someone hit me! I was through.

I continued my turn and sped up to the next red light were the driver who hit me was stopped. I pulled up next to the driver and discovered it was an OLD lady. Did this stop me? No. I began honking my horn. She ignored me at first but then I rolled down my window, yelled at the top of my lungs, and honked at the same time.

"LADY! LADY!"

She finally looked over.....confused. She rolled down her window. Her mistake.

"LADY! YOU HIT MY CAR!!!!!!!" Pause.
"I didn't hit your car."
"YES YOU DID!"
"Oh, my." She clutched her chest. Crap. Did I just give this lady a heart attack? Did I stop? Nope. Chest clutch or not, we were gonna talk.
"PULL OVER!"
"But....but...but...."
"I SAID PULL OVER NOWWWWWW!"

She waved me off and I didn't know wether she was going to pull over or peel off. The light turned green as I gathered myself. I had yelled so hard I felt the pressure leave my head. I'm sure I was a purplish/red color too. I looked to my right to make sure I didn't make a doofus move and hit someone, when I caught the eye of the driver on my opposite side. They looked at me as if I had 3 heads. I guess I was lookin' all sorts of crazy. I didn't care.

The part of town we were in, isn't known for it's safety so all I really wanted to do was check my van, exchange numbers and leave. The old lady pulled into a parking lot in a strip mall and made her way out of the car. She came to me with her hands up, quivering. Still, I'm not caring.

"Please don't yell at me anymore."

"OK. Lady. But you hit my van and drove off! What you did really could've hurt someone. You could've hurt yourself!"

"Ohhhh." She shook some more. This lady didn't even know she had hit me. She was so old. This is why I truly believe at a certain age, some old peoples' licenses should permanently expire! Real talk!

"See look, you scratched my van on the drivers side!"

"I did that?"

"Yes lady, you did!"

"Oh, I am so sorry! What do we do now?" I was starting to feel a little bad for how I treated her.

"Go back to your car, get your insurance card and drivers license and I'll go to my van and get my information and we'll exchange."

"O.K." She shuffled back to her car.

Now this is were it gets just plain old strange. Stay with me.

I walked back over to my van to get my info when I heard yelling in the background.

"Naw naw naw. Dafuq you gon' walk away from me......"

I look over to see a young woman with a pit bull on a chain leash, trailing behind a young man. Her pointer finger in the air, yelling at the top of her lungs at this guy. The young man seemed to not want to deal with her and wasn't saying much and was calmly walking away from her but toward where both the old lady and my cars were parked.

The young man finally says something-

"I can't believe you pulled that knife on me! Damn!"

This can't be! She couldn't have pulled a knife on him! I hear that wrong.

"You damn straight I pulled that mother f@#*%n' knife on you!

Really! Now, I'm from the city but I'm not from the hood so my alertness peaked when I hear the word "knife" and heard the brandishing of one confirmed by the other party. Time to speed up this process. I walk over to the old lady's car. She was busy rifling through her glove compartment trying to find her insurance card.

"Is this my insurance card?" She asked ME this question.
"No ma'am. That's your AARP card. Do you have insurance?"
"Yes baby, I do." While this old lady is trying to find her insurance card, she doesn't realize there is a potential knife fight about to break out behind her. I AM OFFICIALLY IN THE TWILIGHT ZONE!

I look up from the old lady's car to see what's going on with this domestic altercation when out of NOWHERE and I do mean nowhere, a transsexual/transgendered (male by birth) appears. This person was wearing a pink off the shoulder fitted shirt, with a pair of grey capri leggings, flip flops, curly hair to his shoulders and a 5 O'clock shadow (I shall call this person Shadow from this point on). My jaw dropped. Not because Shadow was a transsexual. In Chicago, my husband and I lived very close to Boys Town so we were accustomed to seeing very diverse members of the LGBT community walking the streets; everything from people walking each other on leather leashes to your Abercrombie and Fitch, homogenized gay guy. My jaw dropped because it was more, the fact that this was happening 10 minutes before I was expected to go up on stage, sing, and praise Jesus! Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!

Shadow was Young Woman's friend and Shadow came as backup for this fight. Here's how the rest of this fight played out:

Young Woman- "You know what Ima sick my dog on you!"

This caught the young man's attention. He stopped walking.

Shadow- "Das right girl you sick dat dog on him!"

Young Woman dropped the chain and patted the dog on the butt. Meanwhile, back at the ranch, the old woman was STILL trying to find her insurance card.

"Is this my insurance card?"

"No ma'am that's a rewards card."

I was now really scared for this young man's life. Thank God the dog sat down on the pavement instead of viciously ripping off this man's face. Whew!

Shadow- "You bet not say one more word to neither one of us before I knock your azz out!"

Young man mumbled something under his breath. This infuriated Shadow who proceeded to square up his fists right in front of his face in a defensive stance and punched Young Man right in the nose. Young man's knees buckled and he fell to the ground. To add insult to injury, Shadow then stood over him and said these words (this is verbatim)-

"Now, go home and tell yo' homies you just got knocked out by a tranny!"

I. Was. Dead. My face melted, I half peed myself out of fear. I was done.

"You know what lady. That's ok. I have enough info to make a report. Please get in your car and try very very hard to drive carefully!"
"Baby."
"Yes ma'am."
"Please forgive me."
"I forgive you now please please get into your car and drive away! God bless!"

I got into my scraped up van and drove off praising God, it hadn't escalated any further. I did indeed called the police department and reported the incident I had witnessed. The dispatch operator seemed unaffected. Well I wasn't! That day I learned, people are crazy, and capable of doing some wild stuff; including myself.

  

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