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Sunday, November 6, 2011


This blog isn't about writing, it isn't about books, it isn't about authors or publishing or anything remotely close.  It  is about a young man I've recently taken the time to know.  I've actually known this child for the last eight years, but I never gave him the time of day.  I never took the time to know him.  He has been a weekend guest at our house, more so recently.  I've known he doesn't come from money and I will admit he is the darkest skinned boy I've ever met.  I don't have any issues with black people, and was proud when my daughter couldn't tell the difference of skin color.  My son has always been best friends with African American boys.  I've never thought much about it.  The boys come over on weekends and mix music and record.  Everyone calls me 'Ma'am' and have amazing respect for us and our home.  The boys aren't out drinking (they are all seniors in high school) or doing drugs - it is Friday night and they are at my house, laughing and eating and having a good time.  When I hear a cuss word I remind them where they are, and they all apologize profusely.  Where am I going with this story?  Good question.

My son was talking to me and he said how much his friend likes coming over.  I couldn't imagine why it is any fun, I figure we are boring.  My son told me he likes it because he gets to eat.  Huh?  What?  He isn't petite by any means.  I ask what that means.  He told me he lives with his dad and they can only afford Ramen Noodles and that is what they eat.  Now let me back up two days ago.  I told my son... "No one over tonight, I'm not feeding anyone, I want silence."  Now I feel horrible.  It isn't about how I feel though.  I turned my back on a child, he is 17 but he is still a child and I turned him away for dinner.  I turned around and told him that his friend is welcome over to eat with us ANY time.

It is a shame that in our own backyard a boy should only be able to have noodles for dinner.  I don't know the father, I don't know where they live, well I know it isn't in the best neighborhood.  I know nothing at all.  A boy I've known for 8 years and this is the first time I took the chance to know him - for 8 years he could have eaten at my table.  I didn't know.  Why would I write this out?  Actually, I don't know.  I guess I want everyone to take the time to get to know that kid you might not know very well.  Don't judge a person by the color of their skin.  Trust me, I know plenty of white trashy kids and plenty that have been disrespectful in my house.

I don't have anything funny to say - but the holiday season is coming up, maybe someone could use some help.

1 comment:

  1. Its so great he has you and your family to help look after him! God bless you!