Upon a Sunny Day

I recently had the privilege of hearing Hillsong United live.  They sang a song that contains this line:

Break my heart for what breaks yours. . . 

Back to the song I mentioned at the beginning of this entry – I can’t stop comparing it to a current news story in Lexington.  A man’s on trial for hitting a policeman with his vehicle and killing him.  I am not going to go into whether I think he’s guilty, innocent, etc.   But reading something in the newspaper Thursday morning really got to me.  The defense tried to argue that a woman [White], not the man on trial, was actually driving the vehicle.   Here’s an excerpt:

“Did you consider yourself a crack addict?” Larson [prosecutor] asked.

“I was a crack whore. I know what I was,” White replied.

White, 25, now pregnant with her fourth child, said she has been trying to get clean for the last year.

“The past three months is the longest I’ve been clean this whole entire time,” she said.

This young woman, 25 years old and pregnant with her {fourth!!!} child, admitted on the witness stand that she was willing to sleep with men, for money, to purchase crack.  I’m not so naive as to be shocked by this.  But it does cause me grief.  Grief because, my gosh{!}, this is so unnecessary!  Isn’t there some other way for her to live?  

White claimed she and the defendant had been to Applebee’s together sometime before the accident.  Applebee’s!  I have been to every Applebee’s in Lexington except for one.  Who knew that in the booth next to my family, as we were enjoying that ridiculous appetizer platter, maybe sat a {crack whore and the man paying her for her services}? 


And that breaks my heart.  I’m sure it breaks God’s.  I’m living my {mostly} happy life, while young women are out there, most likely even in my East Loudon Avenue neighborhood {it’s not known as the ritzy part of town}, selling themselves for crack cocaine.  It really makes me want to scream.  And figure out how to help them.  


I’d like to track down Ms. White.  Yet I don’t know what I’d do if I found her.  Yet. . it breaks my heart that her life has led her to the place where she can publicly label herself a {crack whore}.  What a badge to unproudly wear.