A brotherNfriend of mine was "jumped" by 20+ guys outside of a nightclub this week. Why? liquor. women. misunderstanding. foolishness. pride.
The high of a watching crowd. Devils. Demons. They don't call the strong stuff "spirits" for nothin'. And this was no hole in the wall. Supposed to be civilized folks far removed from the hood.
What makes a man...a grown man... angry enough to put his hands, his fists, his foot on another? Losing your temper to this point is a sign of weakness. Bringing your boys along for the ride....COWARD should be tattooed across the eyelids. Fake punkS.
I went to see my brotherNfriend today....knowing he wasn't 100% in the right, but definitely didn't deserve to have to defend himself against a gang of angry men. Had to lay eyes on him to make sure the aloe vera and vitamin E I brought was strong enough medicine. Had to make sure he wasn't torn to pieces...guts bursting at the seams....head smashed in like the baby from Fenger High. When I got off the elevator...I heard a door opening...and there he stood. Gauze on half of his forehead, a fixin' on one broke finger....scratches...puffy...but ALIVE. And strong. Talking, walking, seeing, hearing. A miracle.
The angels had to block the majority of those blows. sigh.
bite of the day ~ GOD LIVES. Now live for Him.
thirtiesgirl
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