IS THERE SOMETHING ON MY FACE?
Years ago a baby came into my life, well a baby to me. I guess the child was about 3 years old. I knew it’s mom and her first child but I hadn’t met this child. Well when the child came into the room and saw me, it started to cry…like CRY!! Viscerally! I immediately put my hands to my face, and asked? “Is there something on my face” I found it quite upsetting. I truly thought maybe something was on my face. YOU REALLY WON’T BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED NEXT!
YOU WON’T BELIEVE IT!
The child’s mother informed me, in so many words, that the child was not socialized to being around black people.
Ya know those times that you truly don’t know what to think or do. You let the moment pass because you are processing, and might be in a bit of shock. Ahhh’ … that was one of those times. I have story after story after story, and so do many of you that will read this blog. Stories like this one that you will never forget. Stories that you don’t know what to do with, so you file them. You file them somewhere in your mind. In a filing cabinet somewhere in there. No one will ever need to see it. You don’t even want to see it.
THIS NEXT STORY IS A DOOSIE ..
Years ago, a very dear friend of mine, was visiting my home as usual and we were exchanging a meal and just spending some time together….