I went with Boo to get the oil changed in his truck. While I was there, I saw a little boy about 5 years old, with his little sister and dad and grandma, waiting in the waiting room. The little guy spilled a small cup of water with ice that was on the floor. No harm done, right? The father snatched the kid by the arm so hard and then grabbed the area by his neck and shoulder blade, forcing him to sit down. The dad continued to tell the kid in a growling yet quiet tone that he was going to kick the crap out of him and that he was done with him...fed up...had it with him...no more juice, soda, milk. He repeated that he was going to kick the crap out of him like three times. Grandma said nothing but went to the bathroom to get paper towels to clean up the mess. (Which was very small). The little boy's face remains etched in my mind right now. He was a broken kid that sat on the chair and hugged his legs to his body. About 5 minutes later, the dad says, "Hey buddy, when we get home, we can play your monster truck game that you like. Do you want to play?" The boy never uttered a word. He looked frightened and sad. They walked out of the room to wait outside and the little boy sat at a table and just literally stared, looking at nothing. I told Boo what I had heard. His heart went out to the little boy as well. He was a kid that was a product of abuse. It showed. Yet, I didn't know what to do. What could I have done to save this little boy? I told Boo, "I wish I was a super hero that had the power to unleash triple the amount of abuse on the dad that he's giving to his son." My heart hurt for him. Why do some people have to be so abusive and mean?
Then, I went to Walmart Vision Center. Somehow, I had scratched the lens to my glasses with my engagement ring. The scratch has been distorting my vision. So, the optometrist says to me, "Girlfriend, this isn't good. In fact, this is darn expensive. Then she says, "I'm only going to do this one time and one time only." She hands me the receipt folded up and tells me that she'll call me when the lens comes in. I walked out the door, unfolding the receipt and there is no charge! She blessed me when I didn't expect to be blessed! How can some people be so nice?
Two different degrees of emotions and attitudes that are capable of bringing about emotions to the people who they touch. I almost felt guilty for being blessed while the little guy's spirit was being beaten down.
I hope that somehow, some way, there is someone who can make a way for him and let him know that he is loved.
Weekend One Word: Rooted
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