Childhood Is Not like Vegas

2 years ago on a very quiet day in my neighborhood, a police chase ended right in front of my doorstep. The blazing sirens and jarring sounds brought me running to my window.

The suspect had flown a silver, grey Prius through traffic lights, rammed into two cars and then plowed through thick bushes over the curb. Luckily there were no pedestrians out walking at that time.

The car finally careened to a stop due to shredded tires. Thick smoke began spewing out of its sides. It was like I had front row seats to a ‘Fast & Furious’ movie. My 2 sons who were at school were extremely jealous of me.

As soon as the car stopped, the door flew open and out busted a very young kid. He continued to flee on foot. I got a glimpse of him in flight, trying with all his might to outrun them.

He couldn’t. The chase ended with the cops nabbing him. They recovered lots of stolen goods from this car which was also stolen.

Later that evening, I watched the local news to find out more. The suspect was sitting handcuffed on the very curbside on which he had previously done his stunt. His head hung low while police were questioning him.

At just 21, this kid was a baby to me. I so wished I could go up to him and say,

What had led him down this path? Was it the easy money, the thrill of getting away with it or the feeling of being invincible?

What was his family dynamic? Did he have a missing parent? Was he exposed to some form of neglect, substance abuse, poverty, physical/emotional abuse, violence, a lack of love and attention?

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