A man’s heart deviseth his way: but the Lord directeth his steps. Proverbs 16:9
I remember when I use to say “NO” to just about everything that stretched me well beyond my comfort zone.
“No” to leading a presentation. “No” to making that sales pitch. “No” to sharing my ideas in meetings. “No” to networking and meeting up for lunch to discuss opportunities and possible book deals. Those “NO’s” cost me, big time. They affected my walking, living, breathing and existing in my purpose.
Of course if I had many of those things to do over again, I would definitely jump at the chance; but I can’t go back and turn those specific “no’s” into “yes”. I can, however, start saying “YES” more often, right now.
Ever since I began facing my fear and doubt head on, my life has changed for the better. I am no longer afraid to take risks and do the things that use to scare the hell out of…
Every life touches a life. That statement could not be truer than now for the people Alexander Villafane touched. He was a Humboldt Park youth football coach and resident of Little Village when he was shot in the head in front of his son just outside his home. Not only did the 39-year-old husband and father leave behind 2 sons and 2 daughters, he also left behind the children he coached and mentored.
For all the lives Mr. Villafane touched, there were many more to come. Children who needed a stable male presence in the most critical stage — ages 10-13– will now be left to navigate life without him. One bullet silenced a man who sacrificed his time and energy to keep kids off the streets and give them something positive and meaningful to look forward to. Just one bullet.
The ripple effect of a life snatched away cuts deep into the heart of our communities. The loss of this man reverberates from Humboldt Park, IL where he grew up and coached the Patriots, to Little Village where he lived, and throughout Chicago. As we wrestle with the senselessness of his death, we have to also discover what it will take to staunch the bloodshed that is to come.
Our communities are only as strong as the people who reside in them. Cameras can be installed and multitudes of police can be deployed but until we decide to stop covering for murderers, these tragedies will only continue to flow. Alexander Villafane is gone. We can only pray that the 10 to 13-year-old boys he left behind will not stray from the love that he instilled in them. We can only pray that whoever knows the person who did this will come forward. Maybe then the ripples of loss will become the waves of change.
(c) 2015 Kim R Woods – all rights reserved
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