I felt it again as I drove on the highway in the night having just completed my first photography crash course at the juvenile probation center as an instructor. I haven't felt that breaking of the heart for a long time but there it was again.  Shortly after I had turned out of the center I drove past adult shops on my right. Soon after, I drove past a homeless man crouched under the bridge. As I made my way to the highway I was overwhelmed by how within a minute of time I had crossed from a probation center with hallways of locked doors with metal hinges to the outside world where I could easily just grab a cup of coffee, sit underneath the stars, and travel to wherever I had the means to help me get to. I thought about the wrongs done to the kids in the centers. I thought about the injustices those kids had to witness and became a part of. I saw it in their eyes. Some kids have already seen too much. They've been angry, they've been hurt, they've been let down. They've been afraid.

Who will root for these kids? God, please move here. Teach me how to stand in the gap.

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