The other day, Saturday,  my Husband took our three boys and our oldest sons friend to our local park for a little while, so that I could get some much needed rest. It was a beautiful day, they were bored, and I figured this would be a good day for them to have fun and get away from the house for a little bit.

My Husband called me and woke me up not even an hour of being gone, and his voice was urgent. He told me that they were on their way home because of something that had happened to our youngest son, who is 12.  I sat bolt upright and with panic growing, I asked fearfully what happened. 

My husband briefly told me that our youngest had a run in with some drug users, and they were on their way home. I said to hurry, hung up and waited for them. When my Husband got home a few minutes later, I called the police. I explained what my Husband and all the kids had  told me and told them I wanted to be contacted back.

What happened was that our youngest was playing and some how manged to get a huge sliver in the palm of his little hand. My Husband asked him if he wanted to come home so that I could take it out for him and he said no, he would try to get it out first. He finally pulled it out without so much as a tear falling down his face, but he did sniffle a lot. This is a huge leap for our 12 year old that has a severe condition of "Mommy Syndrome".  

After he pulled the thick sliver out, his Daddy told him that it needed to be washed off. Our son went running for the restrooms that are open to the public, and when my Husband was going to take him, our son, not 20 feet away had already gone on ahead. As my Husband was walking over to where he was, our son come tearing out of no where and running at "Top speeds", according to both my Husband, our other children and our youngest son.

He told his Daddy that there was a boy and a girl doing nasty things in the boys bathroom and asked him if he wanted to shoot up. He ignored them, turned around and started to walk really fast out of the bathrooms. One of the people that were around there yelled, "Grab him!" and "Don't let him get away!"  Our son then said he heard Jesus say to him, "Run!" and he said he ran faster then he had ever done in his little life.

My Husband saw him running towards him and some Bigger kids in their late teens chasing him, and then skidded to a halt when they saw my Husband. They turned around and took off running the other way. My husband scooped our son up and went for the car. He put him inside and called for the other boys.  As my Husband was backing out, he said he saw about eight of those older teens coming around the side of the bathrooms.

The police had gone to the park after I had called and had been with all eight of those kids for over an hour and when the officer finally called me back, he informed me, that although they could not find any syringes, they were all cited for numerous things, including harassment on a minor and soliciting a minor.

Our son has slept in our bed for the last two nights and has refused to go into another public restroom without either his Daddy or myself with him.  We have told him how important it is for him to wait for his Daddy when he needs to go to a public restroom, and he shouldn't have taken off, but we were so proud of him for not only walking away, but also for listening to Jesus, when He told him to run.

He said that it scared him really badly and that he's so glad that we raised him and his brothers up in Jesus.  I'm not only proud of him for running and getting away and for listening to Jesus, I'm proud of my Husband for getting them all out of there. I'm also proud of all my children for never having done any drugs, alcohol, sex, or any of that.  That's including my 18 year old. I'm thankful to Jesus for keeping my family safe that day, and for helping the police to catch all eight of those drug users.

The boy and the girl in the bathroom that had been shooting up where also having sex right there on the counter, and unfortunately, my son had to witness that disgusting scene. He told us that he saw needles, like his brothers (our oldest is a diabetic that takes three shots a day), hanging out of their arms...and a bunch on the floor.   That's when he turned and started running.

I'm just so thankful to God for Jesus stepping in and helping our son run like he's "Never ran before". He said it felt like Jesus had picked him up and was running with him or a huge Angel loaned him his wings so he could run really fast.

Today in church, our son raised his hand to say he had a very special praise, and that was that Jesus told him to Run. He was then asked what had happened, and he looked at me, and I smiled giving him the ok to tell what happened. When he did, you could see the concern on every ones face, ( as he was telling his story, I couldn't stop crying..that's when I finaly broke down with the realization of what really happened...), and then we all went to prayer and asked Jesus to step in and intervene on the behalf of our children that not only don't do the drugs, but for the children in the county that are hooked on all those evil things.

For all mothers out there...Please, When you go to a public park, don't just assume that it's safe for any of your children, regardless of age, to go by themselves into the restrooms, Because it's not.  There are many dangers and evils that can happen just on the way to, inside, and on the way back.  We are very blessed that those kids didn't grab our son and either rape him, and or shoot him up with drugs or kill him...it could have happened, and we are in a very small town...and the park was filled with people that day as well.

There was a story many years ago, I'm going to say close to 22 or more years ago, where this mother and her sister and their families had been practicing with their children in a motorhome on what to do if a stranger approached them. The children said they would scream "Fire!!! Help ME!!!" And they were doing this in front of a rest area, here in Oregon.  The sister of one of the Mothers took her nephew to the restroom. She asked him if he would like to go into the woman's bathroom with her, and this young boy, age 9 said, "No auntie, I'll be ok. we just practiced, so if a stranger comes up to me, I'll scream like I just did in the motorhome..." She said ok, I'll be right here outside the door if you need me. He said ok, said he loved her and his mommy and went in.  not even three minutes later a man came tearing out of the men's bathroom, with blood dripping everywhere and a huge knife in his hands and staired her right in the eyes and took off running, She screamed and ran in and her nephew was laying on the floor, his pants down and his throat slit from ear to ear. He was gasping for breath and died in her arms as she was screaming for help.  Not ten minutes earlier had they been practicing what to do if a stranger approached.

The man was caught and demonstrated to the police on camera what he had done to the little boy. He said he grabbed the little boy, placed his hand over the little boys mouth because he was starting to scream, and then stabbed him multiple times in the stomach and chest so deep that it went through his little body and into the mans stomach and then he slit the little boys throat as he was raping him.

All within three minutes or less and he said he would do it again to more if the police ever let him out. He said he wanted to stab the Aunt but got the thrill of her seeing him like that and got a charge out of what she would find.

This true story came back to haunt me as my youngest son told me how he was so scared, and how he thought they were going to kill him because they started chasing him. My son is a small, very skinny 12 year old with "Mommy Syndrome" and has a very hard time being away from me as it is...and now because of some older teens, from the ages of 16 to 19 that were having sex and doped out of their minds in a Public restroom, my son is terrified of me leaving him even more so, and he is afraid that someone is going to do something bad to him. We have prayed about this and have asked Jesus to take away his fear, and my anger against these kids.

My thoughts kept going back to what would have happened if they grabbed him, and I started weeping in anger because there are parents out there that honestly don't give a crap about their kids and won't teach them the right way. They don't want to have to watch them, or hire a sitter for them, or they won't check out what kind of kids their children are hanging out with...about the other parents and so forth...this is terrifying and like I said, I am so thankful to Jesus for protecting my son and for giving my Husband the intelligence to get out of there and not confront these kids...God only knows what would have happened.

Mommas, Please, keep an eye on your children. Don't let them wander to far from you, don't let them go off without knowing where they are and who they are with. If your youngsters need to use a public restroom, by all means, go with them. If it's a little boy, have Daddy go with them, if Daddy isn't there, and older brother is, (16 or older) have them go, but poke your head into the men's bathroom to look first. Our children deserve to be safe from pervs, druggies and offenders and predators of every kind.

All Glory and Praise goes to Jesus for His protection on my Family and for helping the police find those kids.   

Jesus bless you all and please, keep your babies in sight, and safe. 

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