Raising a
family in a town rife with gang crime was a constant concern for my husband and
me. Almost daily there were drive-by shootings and other assorted acts of
violence. In 1994, our town, nestled in Central Washington (less
than 10,000 population) made the national news for “more violent crime per
capita than New York City!”
We prayed
to God to be delivered from such an environment, where our children
were not safe to play in the nearby city park. We prayed intensely after the police knocked on our door one night, telling us,
“Lock up tight. We’re after a violent gang.” It was right behind
our home!
to God to be delivered from such an environment, where our children
were not safe to play in the nearby city park. We prayed intensely after the police knocked on our door one night, telling us,
“Lock up tight. We’re after a violent gang.” It was right behind
our home!
We had our oldest son, John Paul, take Tae Kwon Do to protect himself. He was fourteen at the time and
loved practicing his new skills on his numerous siblings.
loved practicing his new skills on his numerous siblings.
In 1996, God answered our prayer and we moved to a small town in North Dakota. It was almost euphoric to live in a place with less than 200 people. We bought ahouse right across from the charming “city” park,
with well-maintained slides, swings, and merry-go-round. Our
children had a sense that they were
safe to be care-free just as kids should be.
Independence
Day arrived and it was more relevant than ever for us! Some members of
the community welcomed visiting relatives. Among them was a family with
some rowdy boys who enjoyed tearing through town, raising dust and disturbing the peace.
Day arrived and it was more relevant than ever for us! Some members of
the community welcomed visiting relatives. Among them was a family with
some rowdy boys who enjoyed tearing through town, raising dust and disturbing the peace.
With his
younger brothers and a few friends, John Paul had started a game of
basketball, while waiting for dusk, when we would have our traditional family
fireworks. Suddenly something whizzed by his ear. He turned around
to see that a couple of the out-of-town boys (young teens)
were lighting bottle rockets in the center of the park.
younger brothers and a few friends, John Paul had started a game of
basketball, while waiting for dusk, when we would have our traditional family
fireworks. Suddenly something whizzed by his ear. He turned around
to see that a couple of the out-of-town boys (young teens)
were lighting bottle rockets in the center of the park.
Our son approached the boys and politely asked, “Would you please light yourrockets over at the abandoned school grounds?” The boy with the
lighter looked at him with a mean grin and lit the next one, dropping it
as before. The speeding rocket thankfully made it through the crowd
of kids on the basketball court. John Paul took him by
the shoulders and said, “I’m not asking anymore…move
on!” Perhaps since 16-year-old John Paul was a head above both boys,
they did as were told but not without yelling expletives as they ran away.
They called
out, “We’re gonna get our big brother and he’s gonna kill
you!” Shrugging it off, John Paul went back to the game. In
less than five minutes the same van that had been menacing the community all
morning, pulled up to the park. Out climbed three boys,
which our son judged to be 18 to 20 years in age. The largest strode toward our son with fists clenched. He cursed at him for, “telling my brother what to do” and quickly slugged John
Paul in the face. As our son struggled to regain footing, the thought
crossed his mind that he could be tomorrow’s headlines–similar to those so
common in our former hometown paper
out, “We’re gonna get our big brother and he’s gonna kill
you!” Shrugging it off, John Paul went back to the game. In
less than five minutes the same van that had been menacing the community all
morning, pulled up to the park. Out climbed three boys,
which our son judged to be 18 to 20 years in age. The largest strode toward our son with fists clenched. He cursed at him for, “telling my brother what to do” and quickly slugged John
Paul in the face. As our son struggled to regain footing, the thought
crossed his mind that he could be tomorrow’s headlines–similar to those so
common in our former hometown paper
Just as the
other two began to close in on John Paul, he thought, I know
how to defend myself! He blocked the next punch and delivered a
blow to his aggressor’s mouth. Down went the bully, minus a front
tooth!
other two began to close in on John Paul, he thought, I know
how to defend myself! He blocked the next punch and delivered a
blow to his aggressor’s mouth. Down went the bully, minus a front
tooth!
He got back up
and made for his van saying, “I’m gonna get my Dad!” In just a
few minutes along came Dad! He showed up and demanded payment for his
son’s tooth. John Paul stood his ground and told him that his son had not
even asked his side of things before throwing the first punch.
The boy’s father refused to listen and kept yelling at him to pay
up! John Paul just turned and walked away.
and made for his van saying, “I’m gonna get my Dad!” In just a
few minutes along came Dad! He showed up and demanded payment for his
son’s tooth. John Paul stood his ground and told him that his son had not
even asked his side of things before throwing the first punch.
The boy’s father refused to listen and kept yelling at him to pay
up! John Paul just turned and walked away.
After John Paul came home to tell us everything, we called the
sheriff and explained what had transpired. The deputy came and
interviewed John Paul. He had already discovered the identity of the
others and told us that we should be proud of our son – that he had done well
to protect the younger children and commended him for his heroism.
sheriff and explained what had transpired. The deputy came and
interviewed John Paul. He had already discovered the identity of the
others and told us that we should be proud of our son – that he had done well
to protect the younger children and commended him for his heroism.
While
we do encourage our children to follow the Gospel’s admonition to “turn
the other cheek,” the Church does teach that since our bodies are sacred,
they are deserving of being defended from aggression.
we do encourage our children to follow the Gospel’s admonition to “turn
the other cheek,” the Church does teach that since our bodies are sacred,
they are deserving of being defended from aggression.
We cannot
escape bullies entirely, but in this case, the bullies we sought to escape
in Washington had prepared John Paul for bullies in our new home,
thus proving Romans 8:28, “God can use all things for good for those who
love him.”
escape bullies entirely, but in this case, the bullies we sought to escape
in Washington had prepared John Paul for bullies in our new home,
thus proving Romans 8:28, “God can use all things for good for those who
love him.”
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This story took place many years ago. John Paul is now a married man with five kids of his own. The author of this article, Nellie Edwards, began painting only recently withno previous fine art painting experience. She had devoted herself to the vocation as wife and mother of eight and her passion for ProLife
work, including spreading the good news of Humanae Vitae. After her children were grown, she received both the inspiration and ability to paint. Check out her website: http://immaculataart.com
