Refuge

Andrew and I were starting to get use to living on campus until the students actually started coming back.  We live on one of the busiest roads that is party central.  A few days before school started flocks of students would walk to parties, which seemed like in groups of 20-30.  Of course they were really loud, fights broke out, and the cops were called.  One night at 1am we got a knock at the door.  I answered it and it was two guys out of breath.  They were at a party that was broken out, probably because they tried to fit 300 people in a house (not a good idea).  When the cops came everybody took off running and one of the guys tried to jump the fence and cut himself.  I let him in the house to get cleaned up because he was a little bloody.  After he got cleaned up Andrew and I invited the guys over for Friday night dinner.  I always said that I wanted our house to be a place of refuge for people but didn't expect it in that way.