The word prompt this week is LOVE. You would think that would be ssssooo easy. WRONG! lol I have written like six different drafts on this word this week. It's a difficult word. Not because it is small but, because it is so BIG.
Thank goodness it is so big.
I was chatting with a friend I have not met yet on facebook the other day. She made the remark that *she could not hurt someone that she had not met*. That threw me for a loop. That sentence has gone around and around in my head for days now. I could not figure out why it was so prickly to me or why...or why I could not shake it.
I finally figured it out. I think it bothered me because, if you cannot hurt someone you have not met then, you cannot love someone you have not met.
I love lots of people I have not met yet.
Hell, I love lots of people that I will never ever GET to meet in person.
And, if you are reading this, more than likely, YOU are one of those people.
This week, it felt as though the
world tilted on its axis and LOTS of people I know have almost fallen off. I have worked hard at putting out fires. BIG fires. Then I got to hear about a fire that some someone else put out. I got to hear about a Clark Kent.
I know a kid. Actually, I just met him this week and he told me his story. He is 18. He had a 35 hour a week job PLUS he
going to school full time. His mom leaves him and his brother (who is 16) alone on
Christmas because she wants to go spend Christmas with her boyfriend "since it is SUCH a special day". He gets woken up the day
after Christmas by mom saying she and boyfriend want to live alone and
he and his brother have 5 minutes to GET.THEIR.SHIT. and get out. He got
out with some clothes and shoes. Not even a toothbrush.
He never got to open the presents under the tree.
Oh look...you are I are thinking the same horrible thoughts about MOM right about this time! *spits*
I asked him how in the world he
got back to town because the kid has no car. He said well.....I
called Clark. I asked who is that. Clark was the boy's step-father for a
few years until they got divorced. The mom refused to allow him to keep
seeing the boys. But Clark, Clark was smart....he tried keeping in contact in little
ways. Always making sure that they were ok. My guy had not told Clark
how bad it had gotten. He had not seen Clark in over 3 years. So my guy calls and says *Clark, she just kicked us out.
What do I do?* Then the kid looks at me with his eyes wide says...."and Mindy do you know what he says??? He says *Son,
you come here. I have beds for you and your brother. You will always
have a place here with me.* Mindy he did not even say *well, let me see
what I can do....or let me think.* He said *come here son*. Then he
said....*oh! Do I need to come and get you? I told him no.... I can get
to you. And I got here Mindy. Clark has taken me to the school and
got me enrolled. He took me around and helped me put in applications to
work. He has never said one bad thing about my mom. She has not even
called to check on me. She does not know where I am. But I am here with
Clark....it's going to be alright.*"
And that kid is going to
be fucking awesome one of these days due to Clark...his non-biological ex-stepfather. Clark who did not have to do ONE.DAMNED.THING.
Clark.... who must have a cape in his closet.
....thinks that there should be adult merit badges