This is the last week of our summer program. I asked the boys how they felt about the program ending. They sat silently with their heads hung low.
Later in the day one of the guys said, "I know there ain’t nothing on these streets. I been to too many funerals and no one ever has anything positive to say. T, promise me that you will get up and say something positive about me at my funeral. Tell them I did this program."
I felt paralyzed. I didn’t know what to say. Do I promise him I will? Or does that assume our failure and his death? So, I didn’t say anything.
I can’t believe that I have to let them go, even though I try to hold on with everything I got. Why must the streets always end up winning.
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