My Little.

A few incidents in the last couple of days have struck a few chords.

It’s funny how I like to sit here and complain about the silly things in my life that are so minute and insignificant. Yes, I like to act like a saint preaching to poor salesmen at Tiffany’s about Blood Diamonds when I am completely guilty of living a carefree, selfish life.

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There was nothing more tranquil than sitting on the swing set-just me and my little. We sat there in the playground early Sunday morning reading “Diary of a Wimpy Kid”. When his mother told me he wasn’t a very good reader…I took it a little too literally. My goal was to read 20 pages with him.

We read two.

I assumed he knew the gist of reading, but had difficulty with the bigger words.

He didn’t know how to read at all.

I’ve never been so patient in my life. Each sentence felt like an eternity, but for every word he uttered, attempted, mumbled…it was like a little celebration. I wish I could read with him daily and track his performance. It was completely silly of me to assume he had internet, a phone, or even a tv to watch.

He has none of that. 

I love how pure and simple he is. We slid down the slide (more like I got stuck…since im such a cow in comparison) and we played tic-tac-toe. It was also the first time my little confided in me.

It was such a special moment.

He started talking about things that I had a lot of difficulty relating to. I didn’t/couldn’t understand. So naturally, I panicked. I called the BBBS program and told them my concerns. I felt even more sad/disappointed when my big specialist told me, “I know, I felt the same way. It is not unusual for the children to be surrounded by drugs, guns, and naturally a more dangerous environment. We never grew up like that, so I understand how it is difficult for you to understand that the living conditions will naturally be much more tough. If -you- ever feel like your life is in danger, please let us know and we’ll handle it accordingly.”

There was something so wrong and heart-wrenching about that statement. If you feel like YOUR life is danger…what about my Little? What about his life? What about his goals and dreams? For him, he will never have the luxury I had. 

Now, more than ever, I want to help him get there. I want him to read well and go to college—his own personal goal. I am excited to help him figure things out :) I hope I make a good big. I hope I don’t fail him.

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Even though I didn’t know Sujal Parikh very well…he passed away tonight, October 12th, 2010 from a motorcycle accident.

What breaks my heart the most about his passing is the fact that he had such great ambitions and intentions with the life he wanted to lead. He went to Africa to pursue medicine. Unfortunately, he got into a motorcycle accident and sustained severe head injury. That brings me this simple and almost dumb question:

why do bad things happen to good people?

The sad truth is…life just isn’t fair. Bad things can happen to anyone, not just good people. Sometimes, its kinda hard for me to accept that fact.

Sorry for a semi-emo blog.