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  • steve carter is an associate teaching pastor who now oversees the rockharbor fullerton campus. he works with a great team of staff and volunteers who are committed to helping this young community become an actual family. steve lives with his wife sarah, their son emerson and their dog fenway in fullerton, california.

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December 03, 2008

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Abby

Hey Steve,

Sorry to hear about your Grandpa! I guess grief is the price we pay when we choose to love.

I like reading your blog. Send my love to Sarah.

Kyle

"Ive watched cops before, I know what do do" Great.

Steve, I don't think your "that guy".

I think you are a great friend/husband/father/youth pastor/4 squarer.

Still praying for you guys!


ryan guard

Wait, I don't get it... what sparked your frustrations? I would have hunted those kids down too! Did you feel kind of silly making a little bit of ruckus?

I do know what it's like to play certain roles, or to do certain things to make myself feel good when I don't feel like the everyday me is doing enough.

I like this story. Chin up, Carter!

JP

i've been there man. you feel like the protector and end up going to far because of crap that's bottled up inside.

robin

You're not alone, Steve. I had a similar experience. I was driving with my wife and two kids. Our car got pelted by some rocks. I pulled over on the side of the road and chased after the rock throwers. I ran through a field for several minutes, but they were much too fast for me. I walked back to the car and when I got in April asked me what I would have done if I had caught them. I had a hundred answers to her question, but I was too ashamed to say them out loud.

Love the Palmer quote.

Take care, bro...

Worth Wheeler

Hey man, I'm truly sorry to hear of the loss of your grandfather. It's been two grandpas in two years for us, and we almost lost my "little" brother David last year to a heart attack. He made it through though. Anyway, I wanted to post so that you will be able to look back on your COPS moment and laugh about it. I've done similar things, which I hope you will get a lot of responses from people telling you exactly the same thing. Beth and I always laugh now when we retell the story of me trying to chase our "old" '95 neon down a snowy hill after I tried to put the tire chains on while still on the hill. Scared her to death and she was left all alone on a snowy road in the forest while I ran a 1/4 mile after a stupid car that could have crushed me...what would she have done at 12:30AM in that situation? She was angry...very angry...but eventually we both let it go, and now we laugh.

Interestingly enough, just last week I was driving in the same neon, 'cept now it has a hole in the exhaust and I drive it wearing a white yard mask with the driver-side window down. I keep expecting to pass out one of the days b/c of the CO2 in the cabin. Anyway, I'm pulled up to a light on my way to the office, and this metal head kid I see every day on the way to work is going through the cross walk and his walking time has already expired and the light is about to change...and I want to get going. He seems to notice and slows his pace even more. So what's really funny to me about this is that I'm sad and trying to process about moral issues I found out the night before concerning servant leaders in our college group and I'm listening to none other than Black from P. Jam. I'm singing along and brooding, until I see metal head cramping my style...and I actually lay on the horn for like 8 seconds and give it a little tap tap at the end for good measure. Metal head just looks at me and keeps walking and I realized he's like 10 feet past me and I'm still just sitting there at a now green light looking like a freak wearing a yard mask while blaring my tunes....Long story I know...I get to the office, sit down in my chair and look at the picture of my wife that I have up on the wall, and I just droop. You know what though man, I don't want that for me either. But those times are not all of who we are. You are not alone, there are countless ones of us there with you.

Steve

hahahahahaha....bro. thanks for sharing. I'm loving it. I feel normal again!

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