I heard what sounded like a nasty fight outside my apartment in Southeast D.C. today. I looked out my bedroom window and saw three boys punching and grappling each other. It was really violent. I hustled toward the door so I could go out there and tell them to knock it off, but the moment I stepped outside… I saw a nun running toward the brawl and she was absolutely screaming. “Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!”

The boys immediately stopped fighting and ran for their lives.

I said to the nun, “Good work, sister!”

She said she didn’t know what to do, but she’d done exactly the right thing.