Today I discovered that a young man I once mentored in reading was murdered last night, shot in the head. I was shocked and reacted angrily after learning that news. There was less than 10 minutes for me to recover from hearing that and move on to the business at hand. It was hard to push the thoughts aside. His photo lay near my desk.
I thought that he was such a talented young person. I watched him graduate from grade school and move up to high school. When I met his family, it was obvious how much they meant to him and vice versa. He was a wonderful runner and I saw him win a mile race where he came down the stretch unchallenged by anyone.
During our reading sessions, I would often look for a book that had something to do with the subject of art. One special session, I pushed the books aside and gave him some drawing paper. We drew pictures and exchanged stories about growing up in our hometown neighborhoods.
This year, before he graduated from High School, I was going to find a way to encourage him to create some art and have him participate in an art exhibit. Maybe I won’t get to do what I imagined but this post is his drawing and his exhibit to the world.
Many teens are killed with handguns every year. It’s one of the most disappointing facts of life.