Long Ago
Posted Tue Jun 3, 2008 in
Stories
As part of the me-me meme I need to ruminate a bit on some places I lived. Here’s one…
I was very young, perhaps four or five years old. We lived in Encino, California, if what I recall from what my parents told me is correct. My maternal grandparents lived next door to us. Mom was never comfortable living too far from her mom and dad.
Sometime after my first sister was born, I recall feeling a bit “left out.” While I now understand that’s normal for the older child, it was beyond my experience at the time. One morning I woke and no one was awake. I was hungry, but hadn’t reached the point where I could fix for myself.
I recall sitting on the curb in front of our house, chin cupped in my hands, elbows on my knees. The lady across the street saw me and came into her front yard. She asked me “What’s wrong?”
“My mommy doesn’t love me anymore. She won’t even feed me breakfast.”
She took me into her kitchen and fed me Cheerios. I can still remember that after all those years.
This post really struck a cord with me. All these years later, you still remember that small act of kindness. It reinforces my theory that even the smallest compassionate acts can have a big impact. Thanks for reminding me of that.
— Jayme 3 June 2008, 08:27 #I have a number of these small incidents that stick with me, years after they occurred. There are also hard things that stick with me that I will never forget.
I prefer to dwell on the positive, because there is reinforcement there. I learn from the negative, because wisdom comes from hard lessons.
Your welcome, by the way… :)
— ruminator 3 June 2008, 18:55 #