Yesterday I attended the funeral of a 16 year old high school student by the name of Malik Thompson. He was a classmate of my youngest daughter. Malik was tragically killed last week while riding his skateboard when he was hit by a car. As you might expect, the church was filled with students.
My heart ached when I looked into the faces of those young people. There were tears flowing in every direction. I did not even know the young man, and I could not help but to shed a few tears for him, his parents, siblings, and his community he called his friends. The minister asked for at least four people to come forward and reflect on their relationship with Malik. I watched with profound sadness as one student after another and after another after another spoke about their classmate. In all, 12 to 15 students came forward.
With the holiday season upon us, I also could not help but think of the loss of innocence these kids are facing. Five or six years ago, they were probably all excited about what Santa was bring down the chimney. Now they were faced with one of the harsh realities of life.
Why am I posting this today? I don't know. Does it have anything to do with servant leadership or self-awareness? I don’t know. Perhaps I just wanted to get it off my chest. I don’t know. Maybe I want the world to know about Malik Thompson and those kids who are grieving the loss of their friend and classmate. I don't know...