"Two nights in a row I've had to telephone the police. Misguided youth, the same wayward teens each night, made sport of throwing rocks at my windows, ringing my doorbell, shining flashlights in window, shouting out and feigning the need for help.
I've never seen these youngsters before, or any on my street; there aren't families that live here….But they showed up at my door.
The officers phoned me when they were outside in response to my call. I invited them up two-fold: speaking on a mobile phone is not an occupation I like to hold for more than a minute and to meet them face to face.
When the officer mounted the last step up to my door, I saw the "MMA" (Mixed Martial Arts) knowledge in his tissues. THAT training demands ethics, respect, discipline, work and is what these children are missing.
I gently touched the officer's forearm referencing my MMA observation – which he took ownership of – and said, "These children need a mentor." And by 'mentor', in this case I mean, a goal-oriented, organized, strong male figure to look up to. Someone like…. well, exactly HIM!
I'm hopeful the two officers find these children to make this impression on them, investigate where they live and the circumstances therein – there is a reason they weren't at home at midnight – and so I can aim for a 9-hour sleep tonight!
Once again you come to my aid: thank you Politie Amsterdam ^i^"