Then after we said our goodbye's and I showed her out, I took notice of a young man in his twenty's, staring at her as I began to close the door. I shut the gate, then stopped. I wheeled around and opened it up. When I stepped outside, there he was walking with her, his hand very firmly, too firmly, gripping her by her arm. He was speaking to her intensely, walking in-step with her. She was rigid. My blood went hot. He turned and caught my eye, and immediately let her go, and off she went up the trail, up the mountain towards her home. The man never turned around, he just kept walking away. Just like that, in a moment. An afternoon of kindness smacked in the face by the reality of the world she lives in, a little girl with no mom or dad to watch over her. I followed her for a time, unsure of how I'd behave if I came upon anyone giving her trouble. Would I be very Christian-like? Hmmmm. I think as a Daddy, I'd have my regrets. When I stopped to listen and couldn't hear her or see her anymore, I hoped she'd made a clean getaway. It's in these moments I have to put my faith in God, trusting as He says, that vengeance is His, and He will repay, and I don't hesitate to tell you that if she's ever harmed, I pray He hunts them down with cold mercy, and that they spend the rest of their days, and nights, and every waking moment of wishful sleep, hounded and haunted by my Lord.