My friend and I were enjoying a weekend morning run along Moore Road in Suwanee, Georgia, when suddenly a black SUV with two occupants came screeching to a stop right near us.

Startled out of our conversation and running rhythm, we heard the woman behind the wheel screaming at the top of her lungs at a teenage boy,
“GET OUT OF MY CAR! GET OUT OF MY #$!# CAR! GET OUT! GET OUT!”
The violence of her outburst shocked us both, and expecting blows to begin flying, we stopped, to intervene, if need be.
But a few screams later, the boy got out of the car, unharmed; the SUV roared away, and we, not knowing what to do, awkwardly resumed our run.
This not knowing what to do triggered a memory of something that happened when I was an 18-year-old freshman at Faith School of Theology, a pentecostal holiness Bible school in Charleston, Maine.
I unfolded the story to my running partner as we ran mile four…
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