Many years ago, while I was on Teaching Practice in a small town I had been posted to teach from the higher institution where I was studying English Education.
A group of boys were posted together with me to teach in a secondary school and we were all living in the same house. Incidentally, I happened to be the only born-again child of God amidst them and I suffered a lot of ridicule and embarrassing comments from these boys I must not quarrel with. We were living in the same house and eating together but were standing on two separate ideals.
They would talk about girls and parties and I would talk about God and essence of living for Him. They would go after girls and I would be left alone in the house on many occasions. I was tied down.
They would come back and pounced on me with unbearable jokes and annoying comments, telling me all what I was missing. Yet I must refrain myself from lashing out at them.
I was tied down.
They were Free Rangers.
Lone Key without a chain.
Soon to be lost without a trace.