At that moment, I could see that her mouth was busted from the impact of the fall. There were front teeth missing and blood dripping from the mouth mixed with tears and saliva. I was immediately filled with terror and remorse for my carelessness, so I ran over to say that I was sorry for what I had done. The older sister looked at me in a way that I will never forget; her eyes seemed to express both sorrow for her sister and hate for me. Her eyelids squinted and expanded as she looked at me with a tight mouth and growing anger. Now, I know what my mother meant when she would say, “…if looks could kill.” I felt that she wanted to kill me that morning in 1976.
The little girl, with busted, swollen lips lost her front teeth that day; Me? I was made to sit in the classroom for the rest of morning and afternoon recess to think about what I had done. This moment took place over 30 years ago and I’ve never forgotten. Sometimes, I wonder whatever happened to that little girl. If she is still with us and hasn’t fallen as prey to the cruel streets, I pray that God will bless her right now as I write my thoughts. Also, if she and her older sister still remember that remorseful little boy at that moment -- over 30 years ago on the asphalt playground -- I pray that they have forgiven me. Peace~
Me too. I hope God blesses her. I also hope he blesses you for being the thoughtful person you are.
You have such a kind heart to hold that remorse and terror in your heart for all of these years. I wonder if William Barnes still thinks about the day he pushed me and I hit the back of my head on Mr. Leibowitz's reading group table and passed out for a few minutes? Probably not. He was an SOB even as a child. LOL
...and here you go giving me a blog idea again. ;-)
Thanks. Funny how that thing stuck with me. It definitely left a mental tattoo.
Wow! I brought back so sleeping feelings, huh. :)That's good. I'm happy to be of assistance. Thanks and good to see you.
I think, if she's a smart girl, she will grow up knowing that when children run and play, some will fall, some will get bruised. Some will not care, but others, like you, will let it shape who you become, kind, thoughtful.
I think that caring to even still remember it so vividly today, is enough. And that will reverberate even longs after we are all gone! May it give you peace.
Wow, what a story, it's sad what happened but it was an accident...i'm sure after all these years she forgave you too. I hope you have found peace writing about it and sharing it with us.
True. I guess I wrote about it because it was so etched into my consciousness. I experiences definitely shape us for good or for bad. Thanks.
It definitely does.
Peace I have. Thanks. How are you?
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