Amy had been sitting at her computer for the last hour, trying to come up with a topic for her final essay. She diligently went over idea after idea, but none of them seemed right. This essay had to be perfecther grade depended on it. So, Amy decided to do a little web surfing hoping that something she could write about would jump out at her. Sadly, after another hour, she still had nothing.
"This is pathetic!" Amy complained to herself. "I have to think of something soon, this paper's due in two days!"
As she sat pondering, a pop-up window appeared on her screen.
"That's oddmy pop-up blocker should've caught this." Amy silently fussed at the inept program.
She hated pop-ups. They could potentially be loaded with a horrible virus or they could be the gateway for some hacker to get a hold of all your personal information. Normally she would just click the "X" and go one about her business, but something in the little window captured her attention.
Careful not to click on anything, she read the advertisement.
Harbor View Mission
Friday, June 14th, 2011
Amy's excitement began to build as she made plans to attend the function that night at Harbor View, for she knew she would be able to find a story there.
She arrived a little before six that evening in hopes of talking to the director and getting some ideas about whom she should talk to for her essay. Thankfully, he was very helpful and led her to a room filled with young women. The women appeared to range in age from mid- to late teens to early twenties. The gentleman pointed Amy in the direction of the group counselor. Amy made her way over to her and introduced herself.
"Amy, it's a pleasure to meet you. I am Grace Nelson. What brings you to Harbor View?" Grace asked.
"I have an essay to write for college and I want it to be really special. I was hoping to get some inspiration here."
"Inspiration, you will most definitely receive here." Grace smiled as she motioned to the young women in the room. "We are about to start group session if you would like to sit in."
"That would be wonderfulthank you."
"Okay, ladieswe need to be getting started." Grace announced and everyone began to take a seat. Once everyone was in place, Grace continued. "Ladies, this is Amy and she is a college student. She is trying to get ideas for an essay that she has coming up and wanted to sit in on our meetingany objections?" Everyone in the group shook their head. "Good let's get started. Leigh, why don't you go first this week?"
Leigh, a young African American nodded her head and began to speak. "I was only sixteen when my baby was born. Isaiah, he five now and jus' started school. He doin' real good, too! Teacha' say he real smart. I so thankful fo' Harba' View fo' helpin' me git back on my feet. They helped me find a job and a place fo' me and my boy to lay our heads at night. They even gonna' help me finish my education. Five whole months dat' we been off them God-fo'saken streets. I praise the Lord for 'em."
"I am so glad things are going well for you and little Isaiah. Keep up the good work, Leigh and keep leaning on the Lord and He will take care of you. And what about you, Darlawould you mind sharing your story with us?"
Amy listened as young mother after young mother shared their storyeach more amazing than the last. Amy could not control the tears as she heard the heartaches that they all had to endure to get to where they are now. Each had managed to survive the streets and were holding down jobs and raising their babies all on their own. Many of them had even gone back to school.
Amy left there not only with story to write, but also with a great since of admiration for the young women who were in the exact position she had been in only three short years ago. Amy was positive that it was neither a hacker nor a virus that sent that pop-up to her computer. She believed that pop-up was straight from God.