I remember coming home from high school in the 9th grade and being on the corner of Pulaski and Franklintown Rd waiting for the bus. There was about 30 guys at least, that walked up. One of them asked an older gentleman for his gloves because he said they were about to “hurt something.” I heard it, but the #23 bus had just pasted( stay with me), so I said to myself, “Let me walk away.” They saw me walking and at that point I instantly became a target. They followed me and i knew I was caught, so the first one came, and I hit him and ran. But then they caught me and it felt like a billion punches hitting me in my face. I got away and ran in the middle of the street trying to get hit by a car, because as long as I got away from them I was good. Cars would almost get close but not touch me, and then this old lady came from no where( I’m tearing while typing this) and made all those guys flee. She walk me up to this church on Fulton St. and prayed with me that GOD would protect me as i went home.See sometimes we get beat up so bad by life that it feels as if we are getting punched a billion times, but while we are getting punched and the thought of being punched hurts us more than the punch itself. So in our running from the punch we will try anything to get away from it even if includes other pain. GOD blocked those cars from hitting me. But when GOD sees that we have had enough of the situation, HE will have ONE angel to make the demons flee that are coming at you. HE only sent one OLD lady to make 30 young guys flee. ( I just said something) I would rather have ONE angel that is willing to go to the mountain top with me than to have 200 of my CLosest friends and family, that want to stay in the valley….So, after all that punching, I came out with a scar on my pinky finger, because some scars exist to let us know that HE walks with us in the midst of adversity and that we have the scars to prove it! So, here I am today, years later, Still Standing!