Where wild minds come to rest
I was a City Health Inspector, Lead Paint, following up on children who tested high for lead levels. I was the good guy, generally welcomed into homes and sometimes with hugs. Making kids better. But this day gangs decided to change streets. I was held at gunpoint by a child, gun wobbling in his hand. He didn't want to kill me, said it to his older thugs. I stayed still. Been thru this b4. But not by a kid. After awhile I believe I saw an angel land on his left shoulder, saw him tilt his head toward his angel, listen. Then he turned his gun. No, he didn't kill me. But he did shoot someone else. They eventually let me go.