the sound of anger

I watched two kids from high school pound their fists into one another this afternoon. I was lying in the park watching Orlando destroy a bad cuz and the sound of the cheering crowds was too much temptation. I couldn't not look. And then I saw them, angry, but I think also scared. The security guard from the school, an older gentleman usually hangin, seems more a chum than portection, was in the middle of the rage instantly. And the value of befriending and not intimidating was revealed. He didn't yell, and he didn't judge. He directed both parties with an inner strength I would not have had. It took a confidence in his place in life. He never flinched. And he I could not look away from.