Street boys

We went to city park. Lots of monkeys, they are cute waiting for you to give them food, but you have to be careful since they have no fear of you and get aggressive if you are too slow feeding them. There was also a group of street boys at the park who followed us around begging. The details of their condition would break your heart, as it did ours. I can't imagine how I would ever communicate with them. But our Kenyan friends, some of who came out of similar backgrounds, talked with them, asked them about their drugs (they proudly showed off their glue and pills), and offered to go with them right now to the center where they could get food and school. The boys had run away from places like that already, and said they had no interest in going back. I felt so good knowing that our Kenyan friends could reach these boys, and then so helpless when the boys turned them down. I wished for some way to make them be helped, but the reality is always an individual decision. Even Jesus didn't force people to follow.