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Friday, September 16, 2016


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It was a spring day in grade four class, and we went out on a field trip.  We took public transit there and back.  On our way back to school, I remember talking to my friends and classmates, Timmy and Kim.

The doors opened at our stop, but because Timmy and Kim were not getting off, I assumed that it was not the stop I was suppose to disembark.  The three of us stayed on that streetcar until it got emptier and emptier.

Finally, the streetcar pulled into a subway station and I got scared.  Nobody else from our school was on the streetcar anymore.  Everybody was leaving the streetcar, and the three of us were obviously lost.

We walked around for several minutes.  I’m not sure what we said to each other.  Suddenly, a teacher yelled our names in the distance.  She was very upset, and screamed at us for getting lost.

I didn’t think it was my fault.  I’m legally blind, and I was just staying with people I recognized.  Isn’t that the best way to stay safe?

The three of us along with the teacher took a taxi home.  I thought everything would be OK, but when we got back to school, the teacher told us that the taxi was nine dollars and that each of us would be responsible for three dollars each.

At this point, I was very scared.  How was I suppose to come up with $3?  Why wasn’t the teacher at least chipping into the fare?

And what would my parents think of I tell them this story?  Would I be punished even further?

I ended up being upset all day.  I didn’t tell anybody else the story.  When my allowance was given to me a week later, I took $3 (out of the $5 total) and gave it to the teacher.

As I reflect back upon the situation, I think very poorly of that teacher.  Could a teacher not afford $9 to pay for a taxi on behalf of three students who got lost?  Couldn’t there at least be a follow-up conversation about the situation and help us understand what happened so not to repeat the same mistakes?

It seems that nothing was said about it anymore.  Everything was swept under the rug as if nothing happened.  I was just out $3 and felt horrible.

This situation has come to my mind many times over the years.  I don’t know why I remember this, and why it comes up over and over in my mind.  What possible benefit could this situation provide for me in my life?

Childhood Story

I was seven years old, and for one of the first times, one of my sisters brought a fresh box of donuts for the family to enjoy.  We had a big family and we were poor, so everyone only got a small piece of a donut.

It was so delicious.  Wow.  Scrumptious.  So different, yet so tasty.  But so little?  It was gone before I knew it.

One donut was saved for somebody who wasn’t home.  It might have been saved for my brother, which I thought was unfair.  Why are things always saved for him when he’s never home?  I’m home, so I should get privileges. 

The donut was kept in the fringe, and I was told not to touch it.  I was specifically warned not to eat that donut!

That evening, there wasn’t anybody home.  I was bored.  I thought to myself, “That was such a good donut.  Maybe I could just go smell it!”

I went into the fridge and found that donut in the top compartment, right underneath the freezer.  I grabbed the donut, then I took a bite out of it.  It was so good.  I thought that a bite wasn’t a big deal.  I left the kitchen and went back to roam around the apartment.

Then, I couldn’t help myself.  I decided to go back into the kitchen have another bite.  It was so good.  Then I started to roam around the apartment again.

This pattern continued until the donut was good.  Was I thinking that nobody would notice the donut gone?

When my mom came home that night, she asked me what happened with the donut?  I don’t remember if I tried to lie or not, but she knew the truth either way.

I got a big spanking for eat the donut when I was specifically told not to.  I was upset, and I made my mom upset.  Why did I do this?  Was that donut really worth it?

It’s like I was controlled by something or somebody else.  I didn’t want to eat that donut, but somehow I did.  Am I really in control of my actions?  How do I get myself into these messes?

It seems that life hasn’t changed much into my adulthood.

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