
...That makes a great youthworker moment.
Like stealing a kids shoe and running away with it--annoying at first glance but looking deeper perhaps it was exactly what they needed. I could tell they were having a rough day and that they probably didn't want to talk about it. So the goof inside took over and I stole their shoe right off their foot. When they caught up with me not too far away (I wasn't really trying to get away) I received an evil look, a punch in the arm, and there might have been some muttering of words. I just smiled back. That night I received a facebook message that simply read, "Thanks for stealing my shoe today."
Two days later they found me and shared a little bit about what was going on in their life. I love my job.
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