This Sentinel column provides an opportunity for readers to share their observations and insights into happenings in their community. This week, a mother of five, who lives in Missouri, tells how she felt impelled to reach out to young people in a crime-ridden community far from her own neighborhood.

His children are forever His

I felt a little out of my elementin this neighborhood far from mine,waiting in my car while a friendshopped for groceries inside.Then, I heard a familiar sound.

It seemed out of place on this dark night.I'd been watching suspicious shadows scurry here and there;had just rechecked the locks on all the doors.A lilting tune caused me to lift my sightin time to see, at ten o'clock at night,three tough-looking young menhunched over steeds on a coin-operated merry-go-round.

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