What is your greatest fear?

Today was a long day. Very long, like 11.5 hours long (with three hours of Willowlake work yet ahead of me). But it was exciting, fun, and. . . kind of sad. We had around 30 kids again today. With only seven jobs lined up today that meant that 14 kids could go out and work while the rest stayed behind with me in the church and hung out. Some played Xbox games, others went online and chatted with friends on MSN, and some others just sat around talking amongst themselves.

I went and sat with two boys who I hadn't met before and tried to talk to them a bit. They were somewhat quiet so I grabbed a card game to try and break the ice. This deck of cards has six questions on each card; you roll a dice (di I guess?) and whatever number you roll, the other person then asks you the appropriate question from the card drawn.

So we played the game.

On one roll, "J" rolled a six. I asked question number six. What is your greatest fear? He didn't have an answer at first. "I don't know" he said a couple times, and then asked "what does that mean?" I responded "just, what are you most afraid of?" I'm thinking something along the lines of getting old, or death. The standard greatest fears, right?

His answer. . .

"My brother drunk."

What happens when his brother gets drunk? What does "J" go through every time his brother gets drunk?

A lot of these kids are dirty. They're rowdy too, but timid at the same time. And a lot of them have bruises and scrapes and scars. Most of all they have fears.