Story:I pulled into my apt parking lot the other day, and found a kid in the middle of the sidewalk, crying over a scraped knee. No one else was in sight.
(No bike or scooter or skateboard was in sight, either. I guess he just tripped and fell.)
Anyways, the poor little guy was crying really hard. I was positively hopping to help him. It was something straight from a Sunday school lesson.* I'm all about helping poor crying little kids.
So. Two seconds later, I hightail it from the apt, carrying a warm wet rag and a bunch of bandaids. The kid is still there, crying his guts out. I help.
I clean it up, slap on a couple of bandaids, and coo things like, "Aw, that's not so bad" and "There, that feels better now, huh!" I sort of expected him to jump up and run off to play, but he still sits there, crying. By this time, I was feeling really sorry for him.
ME: You ok? Are you ok?
HIM: Waaaaaaaaah
ME: Do you want me to help you up?
HIM: *hiccup* No-o-o
ME: Where do you live?
HIM: *points to one of the buildings* Waaaa-aaa-aah
ME: Do you want me to help you up?
HIM: No!
ME: Um...do you need to be carried? Want me to carry you?
HIM: NO!
ME: Um. Well can I do anything? What do you want me to do?
HIM: Go away!
Oh.
Thanks a lot...you little ingrate. Next time you have a scraped knee, let's save bandaids. Instead I'll kick you into the gutter and shoot your dog. Geez...
*Nursery Manuel lesson #19: "I Can Be Happy"**
** If you chance to meet a frown...
Can't win em all. At least the sketch/story makes all of your blog readers happy. (Did he really have cankles?)
ReplyDeleteI'm surprised you had bandaids! We're always out at my house.
ReplyDeleteWay to be the unappreciated hero, Heath!
Wow...I'm speechless. I was hoping for some irony, like he scraped his knee on purpose, but no explanation..."Go away!"
ReplyDeleteMakes a great case for "children are born evil..." ;)
He's probably not supposed to talk to strangers.
ReplyDeleteI've often said "the best way to help is to ignore pain and suffering" it builds character ;)
ReplyDeleteYes, but you must remember the kind of cretins who live in this apartment complex. I would say, "I'm surprised," but it really doesn't surprise me anymore. You're lucky, you don't have the basketball court outside your window with all the loud- and foul-mouthed little brats.
ReplyDeletei LOVE that you added the appropriate songs to go with the lesson. HA! He will remember your kindness later...sadly for you, when he tells the story to others you will have become the big mean girl who pushed him down.
ReplyDeleteI love your art work Heather. Keep on helping the little kids--its worth it--maybe someday he'll know what a friend does! I love you!!
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