This is week three of “My Young Adult Years,” guest hosted by Ginny Marie over at Lemon Drop Pie. Each Monday or Tuesday, I will be posting on my Young Adult Life edition of Mommy's Piggy Tales.
We were surrounded by poverty, crime, bigotry, drugs, and kids who were desperate for real love, attention, and a way out. If we chose to dwell on what surrounded us, it would consume us and we would enable the repressed spirit that resided there. Last week I shared my heart in Inner-city, The Pit, and Irreversible impressions It has been terribly hard to just choose a few memories, but here are a few more.
"Camps are dedicated to providing safe and structured environments where young people can grow academically, socially, emotionally and spiritually. It is the building of a city... One Child at a time." Urban Promise
|Retreat in the Pocono Mountains - 1st year|
- The first week, a few of the elementary boys broke into our battered blue van and decided to steal it. Lack of experience on their part caused it to roll backward down the drive, across the street and into the neighbor's fence.
- During camp, the kids tried to escape and run away, and after hours, they tried to break into the building we stayed at.
- Once, we came home one early evening to find two kids having sex out back under that stairs - the girl was 6 and the boy was 12. Another late one evening, after our weekly Philly meeting, we found some of the kids had smeared dog poop on EVERY doorknob.
- We were graciously given head lice, which we didn't discover until we were in standing on Broadway in NY City.
- One of the older kids brought a golf club onto the grounds and was swinging it (after hours) and hit another child in the mouth. We were sure we were going to be sued over that one.
|Ewww! It was SO gross down there.|
A teacher's major contribution may pop out anonymously in the life of some ex-student's grandchild. A teacher, finally, has nothing to go on but faith, a student nothing to offer in return but testimony. Wendell Berry
|Nurse Nadine cares for "baby" Jeff.|
Teen Helpers: In efforts to encourage and mentor the teens in that area, we had Teen Helpers at each station and age group. We tried to do special things with them - taking them to the beach, including them in camp responsibilities, and fun events planned just for them. It was a learning process for all of us that was not always without some tension, but usually with some fun. Once, we planned a mall search with them, but we were met with unexpected resistance. Each of us dressed in disguise and the helpers were supposed to find us, obtain our signature, and the one who found the most won. Some were easy, but Jeff and Nadine was the most difficult to find. Yes, Jeff is the one in the baby buggy, complete with pacifier and all! The saddest part of all, is that we were asked to leave because we had kids with us who was not white.
Thank you so much for stopping by and taking their journey with me. If you'd like to check out Camp Hope, it has since grown, and is now called UrbanPromise. Last year they were featured on Extreme Makeover, Home Edition. Where it started from and where it is now amazes me and I'm thrilled that God has taken this ministry from a meager 12 people to an organization of mega proportions it is today.
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