Get Involved—03/21/2024

Get Involved, & Possibly Save A Life!

I went to the grocery store. And as I was walking to the front doors, I saw a van with the side door open and two small kids were playing in the back.

They didn’t look American.

I walked past the van with my kids and I stopped.

I looked in the driver's side window and I didn’t see anyone in the vehicle.

So, we waited.

I wasn’t going anywhere until the parents came back.

I was there less than a minute.

As I was looking around the perimeter on the parking lot, I made eye contact with an African lady.

She was watching me, as I watched her approach the van.

She smiled, nodded her head at me, and mouthed the words “Thank you.”

I nodded at her, and we went into the store.

My kids, or should I say my daughter think that I’m overprotective.

She can’t go anywhere out in public without me.

This one time we went to the gas station, and I saw this black guy enter the store behind us.

He was quickly scanning the store.

He was searching, and I knew who he was looking for.

Call it, a mother’s intuition, or just my “Spiritual” gifts kicking in.

But I knew, and I watched him.

He went over to my daughter and spoke to her briefly.

Chile, when I say that I was watching my daughter on that aisle with him—My whole body was leaned to the back, like a drunk person!—Lol…

And then he did the most peculiar thing…

He went to a guy standing in line at the cash register and asked if he knew my daughter.

I was right there at the self-checkout watching and listening.

He started looking around at all of the other customers and his gaze fell to mine.

“Is that your daughter?” He asked me.

I didn’t even respond.

My whole facial expression said it all.

He turned his head and laughed a little.

He knew that he was caught.

And whatever he had planned in his head, wasn’t going to work.

A lady called his name twice and he skidaddled right on up out of that store.

They didn’t even buy anything.

They came in the front door but went out the back door.

This nicca had to be in his late twenties.

And I think that he was a little off in the head.

Why would you be going around asking people about their child at a gas station?

If her father had been in that store, chile he would gone to jail for aggravated assault!

He would have beat that man to sleep.

My daughter and I were talking about it as we were leaving the store.

She came to the same conclusion, that he was a little mentally not there.

“But still a predator.”

She was like, “I knew that I was safe and that you were watching. I didn’t even have to turn around to know that.”

Lol…

Y’all…

“An overprotective mother was once an underprotected daughter.”

Reread that again and let it marinate!

And to all of the women that this resonates with, you have my sympathy!