Sam & Tammy

While on the trolley the other day there was a conflict beginning in the seats right behind Sam and I. The four seats had a young Mexican/American guy with his girlfriend and two sisters. Across the isle from them was an older buff black guy.

One of the girls had made a comment to the black guy and he was very offended. He challenged them to a fight at the next stop, and they were arguing till the stop came. Some lady had tried to calm them down, but they just started dissing her. When the next stop came she said she would call the police if they would fight and got off the trolley with her cell phone clinging to her ear.

The black guy didn’t seem phased by her and kept challenging the Mexican guy and the girls to get off. After some debating the Mexican family decided to stay on and tried quieting each other down, much to the big black guy’s dismay. He kept taunting them, hoping for either a fight or an apology.

Sam and I got off the trolley soon after that, with them still having a (less heated) argument. I had been trying to ignore the whole thing, all the while praying that know one would get hurt, and that there were no guns. We got off the trolley alive and well, but did we really do the right thing? I know praying is important. I did that part, but what about the part of being a peacemaker?

Everyone else knew “not to get involved” and looked the other way. Except that one lady tried, in the best way she knew how, to be a peacemaker. Jesus said “Blessed are the peacemakers”.

Maybe her way wasn’t the best but it seemed to help a bit. At least she tried, and for that I’m sure she’ll be blessed.