I’m not really sure how it all started but I do know it involved either Sara Brown or Hannah when they were like 8 or 9. They’d come down to visit me in Fort Wayne and I’d tell them they’d have to give me directions back to my house. It was pretty much “left turn, right turn, no straight, wait left, okay right…stop, turn around, Oh my goodness Aunt Nece are we in the ghetto? Is this where people get killed?” I think something struck a cord in that statement…”are we in the ghetto where people get killed”. I never viewed it that way, and knew it should not be viewed that way.
If you really think about it, do you live in the “ghetto”? What the heck is the “ghetto” anyways? Crime happens pretty much everywhere, at least here in Fort Wayne. And as far as where you live and the look of your home, how can you even judge that?
Photo taken from http://willyloman.wordpress.com/
To me, this picture sums it up and pretty much tells me the “ghetto” does not exist. I think he would be pretty happy with anything, and that anything would be considered a mansion to he and his dog. So when Sara says, “OMG people live there?” I say yes, and I bet they saved every penny for it, just like your mom and your grandma and I saved every penny for the house we live in.” I’m sure some people think I live in the ghetto right now and that is fine cuz I am nestled among great friends and family and I love it!!
Am I even making sense? I’m not quite the story teller, I just type as I think!!
But what brings this up? I overheard a mom and daughter kinda making rude comments about a lady in the waiting room today. She was about 45 with a young boy and quite overweight. I looked at her and was happy for her because my mind goes to the part of the story where she probably works really hard, and hey, maybe she was in the Dr.’s office because she was working on her weight and had already lost 25 lbs. I was proud of her. The mom and daughter we’re imaging something else. The only thing I heard for sure was “wow, I feel so bad for that little boy. She’s so fat” What the heck, for real?
I challenge you tomorrow to not judge. If the lady at McDonald’s is rude, think to yourself: maybe her boyfriend just broke up with her, maybe she just lost her cat? People are usually rude cuz they are not happy, have a little more heart and be concerned as to what made her unhappy to act in that manner.
Wow, I am so lecturing here. But I am just saying,…okay…truth be told.. I am really mad at that mom for allowing her daughter to talk like that. But who knows, maybe what I didn’t hear was her mom telling her that it’s not fair to judge. Who knows.
Okay, I am off to watch LOST. Sorry for the downer post but it just really gets to me when people are quick to judge. I’ve been judged before and know how it feels, don’t do it.
So teach them when they are young and bright eyed, that everyone has a story to tell.