It isn't like I normally find myself watching CNN. Sometimes, though, my TV changes channels by itself because my remotes operate all our TVs and, apparently, the neighbors have our same satellite carrier.
Tonight, I caught a report on CNN that nauseated me.
The tears of that young boy...dammit! What is WRONG with people?! Here is this young boy, swimming with his friends, never imagining in a million years that anyone would confuse him with some kind of miscreant because, well, he ISN'T ONE.
Maybe before we were in the process of adopting an African girl I would have watched this story and felt the anger of any decent human being. Tonight, I watched this report with the heart of a mother. I watched his little crestfallen face and could see my daughter's face.
It's one thing to complain that there are two many kinds running amuck and that someone may be hurt or that it's too loud to be enjoyable. Hey. That's kids for you. Frankly, a gaggle of kids makes me nervous. If we paid and belonged to some kind of fancy club, I may make my dissatisfaction with the number of kids or noise level known to the manager and then, we'd have left and returned another day. But, that's me. I'm a nervous nelly and the noise and such rattles me.
Now, the backpeddling begins. The country club can say whatever it wishes. But, I find it difficult to believe that a 12-year-old boy would use words like, "...harm my children" in a normal conversation. And, I find it difficult to believe that if a child were making up such an awful thing that he would be crying hot tears of shame--shame that, incidentally, does not belong to him.
I can't even put into words what seeing that kid did to my heart.
M2 and I are calling it an early night because we are on a mission in the morning. The girls' current school has a Relay for Life team. Our PTO president (and my dear friend) signed up weeks ago to walk from 5-6 a.m. on Saturday morning. In the meantime, she was diagnosed with breast cancer, underwent a mastectomy and began chemotherapy. She's on day 4 post her first chemo treatment and is dragging. She posted on her Caring Bridge journal that she was worried she would let the team down as she would not be able to walk it and couldn't dream she'd find a replacement for such an ungodly hour.
Enter M2 and this gal. We'll do it. Why not? We're in town this weekend when we didn't think we would be, so it will work out fine...well, as fine as 5 a.m. can be, that is!
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