For the last 4.5 months I have been transporting 7 boys to an Alternate Education, similar to Juvenile/school. They have been kicked out of school. The youngest was in 9th grade, the oldest in 11th. Honestly, I wasn’t sure how it was going to go. They are with me an 1.25 hours each way. I heard lots of discouraging things about these boys. But I took the keys, and decided…if God brings me to it, God will see me thru it.
It took a short time for us to get a mutual understanding that this is what it is. I explained to them I will respect them, they need to respect me. They are capable of being sour little goofballs, and then just kids with sweet hearts. So I named them “sour patch kids”.
They are aware I call them that, and they like it! hahaha On fridays, I throw them bags of Sour Patch Kids. They call me “busdriver”, “sic”, “legit”….on most days they say good morning, and have a good day…thats alot for these boys. I have not had any problems with them. I try to be intentional always, a smile, use their name, try to be a safe person to be with. Funny, that is on my heart with them, when others see them as the unsafe. Altho I can not speak of my belief system to them, I believe that kindness and repect will linger. God’s kindness leads us to repentance.
Yummmmm sour patch kids…. Jesus loves them too.