Yesterday I had a chad with one of the gangsters in Ocean View. He was approaching me and was asking for help. I looked into his eyes, saw the drug abuse written in his face and the eyes fearfully moving up and down. Seemengly one of the gangs are hunting him as he did something to his ex- girl friend. I looked into his eyes, realising I can't help him with his trouble of beeing chased, but I can show him love and acceptance even if I know he did wrong things. I told him we are there for him if he wants to confess and talk, that we still love him in the misery and our arms are open to help him in dealing with his stuff. I realised once more - prayer is my biggest job! I am not able to save his problems and it is not my job to do so - but I can pray!