A desperate woman arrives at a police station with her 14-year-old son and says she wants to hand him over. Agents do not know what to do because they did not face such a strange situation.
Police officers on duty at a Newark police station were shocked that evening when a tired-looking woman in her thirties walked into the station, literally dragging a handful of teenagers by the hand.
The 14-year-old boy pulled the woman by the arm and started crying, but she dragged him to the sergeant’s office.
“Officer,” he said in a trembling voice. “You have to help me. I can’t keep it anymore. Please take it.”
The sergeant’s mouth remained open. After twenty years in the police, he thought he had heard it all, but this is the first time. “Ma’am,” he said, “I don’t understand.”
“My son,” the woman said with tears in her eyes, “I can’t keep him in my house anymore. Please, you have to take him.”
“Ma’am,” the sergeant protested, “we can only catch people who have committed crimes.”
“She will,” the woman cried desperately. “Don’t you see?” The boy smiled when he heard his mother’s words.
Donnie mischievously chatted with the older boys. | Source: Unsplash
“You really are a loser,” he said. “They can’t do anything to me! I’m too young.”
“She stole,” said the mother. “I know it, and this afternoon … he pulled out a knife!”
“A knife?” The sergeant asks. “What kind of knife?”
“A big knife, my husband’s K-bar,” Mom explained. “I told him to clean his house, and he took out the knife.”
Donnie carries a knife Source: Unsplash
“I did nothing!” The child laughed. “I didn’t threaten him, I showed him what was in my jacket pocket!”
The sergeant shook his head. “It’s different, ma’am,” he said in a dry throat. “It’s carrying a secret weapon and it’s a crime.” Moments later, the frustrated mother, Mary Trenton, sat down with a police officer and told her story.
Sometimes grief and anger can drive us to take action and hurt the people around us.
“My husband died a year ago. He was a Marine,” she explained. “And that’s when Donnie started messing around. He started out late, hanging out with the big boys.”
“Then he started skipping school. I found some expensive things in his room that we could never afford and he said a friend gave them to him.” Mary was crying. “I didn’t know what to do!”
Donnie’s father was a Marine and he died Source: Unsplash
“I tried to impose curfew on her, but she ignored it. She pulled out the knife this morning. My daughter Rita is only eight years old and she was scared.” Mary yelled, “He’s such a pretty boy, but I don’t know what to do now! I have two things to do now, and I know he probably needs me more, I know he’s in pain, but I can’t. ‘ ! “
The policeman listened to Mary. “I have an idea,” he said. Then he got up and called. Two hours later, a belligerent Donnie sits next to a police officer and a man who identifies himself as a social worker.
“Now, Donnie,” the agent said calmly. “We’ve talked to your mom, and we have an offer for you.”
Donnie was given a choice between being arrested or serving the community Source: pixels
“Oh yes?” Donnie asks, leaning back and crossing his arm. “And what is it?”
“Well, Donnie,” the officer said softly. “We may charge you for carrying a concealed weapon and you will go to a reformatory, or you will serve the community for six months.”
“What?” Says Donnie. “You’re crazy!”
“What I was thinking,” the social worker interrupted, was, “you’ll be working in a children’s home every day after school, helping the kids with homework, work, whatever they need.”
Donnie agrees to work in a children’s shelter Source: Unsplash
“No way!” Donnie said. “This is where I hang out with my friends!”
“No more,” police said. “Now you chat with the kids and then you go to your mom and sister’s house and treat them nicely.”
“You can’t make me!” Donnie screamed, and he didn’t look so bad and rustic anymore. “You couldn’t do this if my dad was alive!”
“I know you’re in trouble, Donnie,” the social worker said softly. “But maybe helping others will help you too.”
Donnie realizes Ben is in pain Source: Unsplash
The next day, Donnie was sheltered. The kids were so small! Most of them were 8 or 9 years old and the youngest was only 6 years old. The youngest, Ben, did not speak. He sat in a corner and looked at everyone around with panicked eyes.
“What’s wrong with that?” Donnie asked a woman working in the shelter.
The woman shook her head sadly. “Ben’s father is dead and he has learned that the world is cruel. He is afraid of everything. We have tried, but we have not been able to convince him. Not yet.”
Donnie begins to observe Ben and one afternoon he brings her a small fire truck. “Hey,” he said indifferently, “I thought you might like it.” Ben took the fire truck and looked at Donnie with a watchful eye.
Has started chatting with Donnie Ben Source: pixels
“It’s okay,” Donnie said. “You can take it. My dad gave it to me. Did I tell you I was really scared in the dark? My dad said the truck was magic and I guess it was because I didn’t. And I’m not scared anymore.”
Ben turned the fire truck with his little finger, then he looked at Donny again, but he didn’t say a word. Every afternoon Donnie would talk to Ben, telling him stories of his childhood, fishing with his dad, all about what they did together.
Ben said nothing but he listened. One day he spoke. “Where is your father?” He asked Donnie in a soft voice.
Donnie swallowed a lump in his throat. “My father was a soldier, a Marine. He went to heaven.”
By helping Ben, Donny helped himself. | Source: Unsplash
“My dad, too,” Ben said. “She didn’t want me. Your father didn’t want you either?”
Donnie wrapped her arms around Ben and hugged him. “Yeah, Ben, he wanted me, my mom and my sister and he loved us. But sometimes a dad has to go even though he doesn’t want to and we need him.”
“He’ll never come back,” Ben whispered. “I’ve heard them say. Never, never.”
“Well,” Donnie sighed, “our fathers won’t be able to come back, but they’ll see us, you know.”
Donnie has learned to raise his family Source: Unsplash
“Can they?” Ben asks. “Really?”
“Yeah, really,” Donnie said firmly. “Even though we can’t see them, they take care of us. My mother told me.”
“You’re lucky,” Ben said. “You still have a mother …”
That night Donnie came home and hugged his mother. She couldn’t believe she had behaved so badly. Little Ben’s trouble made him realize how lucky he was. He spoke to the shelter’s director, then to his mother, and he took Ben home for Sunday lunch.
After finishing her “community service” at the shelter, Donnie got an afternoon job at a local store so she could help her mother, and she met Ben every day.
What can we learn from this story?
- Sometimes grief and anger can take action against us and hurt the people around us.. Donnie was so angry at the loss of his father that he began to take his pain to his mother.
- Turn outside and donate to those in need. Donnie learns that she can use her father’s fondest memories to reach out to Ben and help someone who is suffering as much as he is.
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