Calling All Cowardly Teenage Boys!

The crisis center was vandalized last night. I got a phonecall this morning at 7am from a cop telling me that some teenagers "hit" us with some graffiti. So, because of these punks, not only was I awakened from a deep sleep, I've now got to add to my never ending list of things to do this week, "paint front door".

When you work with women everyday, it's not like you've got a man to call and ask, "can you mow the grass" or "change the a/c filter" or "paint the door". So, we girls have to take care of it! No worries, though. For the past three weeks, the guy who usually takes care of our lawn hasn't shown up. The yard was starting to look like a jungle! Sarah (my valuable assistant!) took it upon herself and came in on her day off (Friday) to mow. After two hours (she still wasn't done!), some guy drove by, felt sorry for her and came back with his own mower to finish the job!

Anyway, when I got to the center this morning to assess the damage, I quickly figured out why the cop didn't want to tell me what was written on our door. It was profanity, of course. I won't tell you exactly what it said, only that it was ordering us to do something.

I was on the phone with my brother, telling him about it. He startd laughing hysterically and said, "I'll tell you exactly what's going on here! A group of teenage boys are coming after you, Vik, for telling their girlfriends not to have sex with them!" He went on. "If I was a teenager and you were coming to my school teaching abstinence, I'd form a group of my own and make sure you knew how unhappy you were making us! I can picture it now. Some girl you spoke to went home, told her boyfriend, "I'm not having sex with you anymore". He said, "Who told you that?!" She gave him your name and where you work and well, you now have graffiti on your door! You don't mess with teen boys and their hormones, sis! When I was a teen, if you convinced my girlfriend to be abstinent, I would have made sure to bust out some windows too!" (lucky me, now, I have two men in my life, my brother and my boyfriend, who think they're comedienes. I hope they don't quit their day jobs!) Yeah, that's my brother, Robbie. He's a real riot. The sad thing is, he's not kidding! And I know he'd be the leader of the pack!

It's unfortunate, but it goes with the territory. Our center's location isn't the best so these things happen from time to time. But, our work continues. We'll still be open come Monday morning, God willing. We'll still be there for the mom who needs diapers or formula or the teen who thinks she's pregnant.

And, to those teenage boys. It'll take a lot more than graffiti to get me to keep my mouth shut! So, get over your big, bad, horny selves! (and that includes you too, little brother!)