When my dad retired about 15 years ago, along with wood crafting and front porch sitting, he took up metal detecting. It’s been a great way for him to be out and about, get some exercise and occasionally bring home a treasure or two.
He keeps a tally of his findings and on average he digs up a couple of hundred dollars in loose change every year. He also digs up a shoebox full of Hot Wheels cars which he cleans up and gives away to grandkids or neighborhood kids or any other kid he happens to come across.
One morning last week, the weather was still nice so Dad decided he would go metal detecting one last time before it gets too cold.
He was walking in a familiar and well travelled area, near a school and across from a church, when he noticed a teenage boy walking towards him. For whatever reason, he got a bad vibe and decided to head for his car. The kid came up to my dad and asked him for some money. My dad said “no” and kept walking. The kid grabbed at him. My dad swung his metal detector and whacked him good upside the head, hard enough that it busted a chunk off the base. My dad lost his balance and fell backwards to the ground. At that point, the criminal got up, pointed a gun at my dad and demanded his wallet. Of course my dad handed it over. The kid took the cash, all of $21, threw the wallet down and ran off.
Since I found out about this incident, I have been sick to my stomach thinking of what could have happened. And I have also been thanking God over and over and over for what didn’t happen.
My dad twisted his back when he fell, but other than that he is no worse for the wear. He is 76 years old and for all intents and purposes he kicked that kid’s ass and I take pleasure in that. A lot of pleasure.
I suppose I should be praying for that kid, that he will turn from his evil ways, but what I really find in my heart right now is the desire that he rot in hell. When you mess with my kid or my parents all bets are off.
I am a Christian, just not a very good one.