Attention...

LOOK AT ME!

The whole red scooter, strange hair, chats with the suicide group. She wanted to be noticed more than anything. She wanted people to pay attention and care for her.

Her parents, both with "careers", were probably really bad about that. Her mother, a hospital administrator and her father, a fireman. She was crying out, screaming for someone to love, listen, and pay attention to her.

You see, they had all found something worth "working for", worth "living for".

Sadly, she ended up in the group that encouraged her to die, instead of the group I ended up in, a youth group at a church that taught me that Jesus always loves people, and with four wonderful counselors who paid attention, and made sure everyone was accepted in the group. I met my wife there, after finding out that I was OK, just like I was. We married 5 years later, and have 3 wonderful kids and a great marriage 20 years later!

Note to myself: Don't get so involved in work, that I can't pay attention to my children. Try to make time to volunteer as a counselor, to find boys and girls who need positive attention and role models.

Glen Austin