I remember being that age, junior high and high school,
and feeling strong and steadfast, as though I could take
on the world.
I lost that somewhere along the way for awhile,
doubt and fear set in into my very little, small minded world.
But somewhere along the way I began to talk
with homeless people again, and give them food.
I could walk through a neighborhood at night and not look
over my shoulder every two seconds. I returned to
the days of walking through Over-the-Rhine and
giving out bottles of water on a servant evangelism
mission, and now I feel as though seeing these kids,
I have a renewed faith in youth, in their ability to
change the world, just like I once again know I can.