we love St. Elmo, but I’m pretty sure my mom doesnt. we feel relatively safe, and try not to worry about stuff like break-ins and various trouble, but it seems like there’s always something coming up when the folks are around. most of it is just kids being loud, but this week we had a bit more excitement.
there was a stolen car chase or something (I never got the details) and we had the pleasure of watching the cops arrest the guy across the street. it was certainly the buzz of the block for a while, with kids coming and going (and then ultimately going away rather quickly when the cops apparently got tired of them).
then last night a neighborhood kid came yelling down the street, pursued by another much older kid with shouts and vague threats. the little kid made it to the neighbor’s yard safely, and dave tried to check out why a 16-year-old would want to beat up an 8-year-old. the punk just did a lot of posturing and shouting about him not coming around there, so we all walked away shaking our heads, wondering why these kids think have to think they’re so tough with their “territory.” I must admit he was effective though, as I wont be letting my kids wander down that street until things change a bit.
it’d be nice if we were in a “safer” neighborhood, but we like being close to friends, and having a home we can afford. I guess we’ll take solace in our fenced-in yard, and our watch-pup, and trust that God will protect us from harm as He sees fit (besides, I pity the thief who bothers to break down our door, as we really have little of value). when grandma worries, they remember that they had drug dealers upstairs when I was a baby, and my dad would get chased out of people’s yards when he was a kid, so not much has really changed.
I dont think we’re very good at it yet, but I hope we can live in this neighborhood with more love than fear. after all, “There is no fear in love.”