“Niesha plays hard because she has to” he said, “she comes from a rough neighborhood where her mother has five kids and she is the second oldest. So she helps take care of her younger siblings while at the same time trying to be a kid herself. She lives in a four bedroom house that is supplied by section 8. Her mother works odd jobs here and there and her father was shot about two years ago in front of her eyes.”
“O man” I said. My heart dropped to the floor as I couldn’t imagine the brokenness that she must feel. She has endured more pain in her twelve years of life that I have endured in my twenty-nine years of living. No wonder she requires the peace while she was doing her music, it was her way of getting away from it all and into a world…show more content… I knew that I had found a place where I could not only give back but to be a vessel for God to encourage this young girl and hopefully her family. He offered to walk me to my car but I told him that I didn’t need it. I didn’t grow up in the suburbs, I grew up in an urban part of Columbus where I was no stranger to gun shots and every other wild element that being in the inner city brings.
As I shook his hand goodbye, he insisted that he walk me to my car, “I’m a gentleman” he told me. I walked beside him as we walked out the door. I stood on the first step and turned around to look at the building once more before I walked towards my car. I no longer saw the ugliness of the building that was apparent to people who have never stepped inside of it. I saw a beauty, a birthing of a ministry that this community needed. And as I turned to look at the Roger, I saw the man that held God’s vision.
“Well thank you again for coming” he said to me as he waited for me to unlock my car door so that he may open it up for me.
For some reason, I had become extremely nervous as I looked back at him but I was able to allow my mouth to say “You’re welcome. I look forward to getting to know
