Post by dadgoneitbaby on Jul 5, 2010 3:50:14 GMT -5
I haven’t been able to check in much lately due to computer problems at home, and no time to deal with it due to an ongoing crisis at work. But I would like to share a little something.
In the week before the anniversary of Michael’s passing, by grace I was allowed to witness a small sign of his living legacy. I hope that sharing it will be of some comfort to all of you.
Because I had been putting in over-long hours at work all week, one night I wasn’t up to cooking dinner, so I stopped in a nearby restaurant on the way home.
After a while a man, a woman, and two little girls entered and were seated at the table next to mine. It soon became apparent that the man and woman were not married, but were in a dating relationship, and the girls – who looked to be about 5 and 10 years old, were her daughters.
The littlest girl had brought a Barbie doll with her to keep her occupied. The fellow was trying to engage the girls in conversation, and eventually started to gently tease the little one about her Barbie.
He said that Barbie was just too “girlie” and that her Barbie dollhouse at home was also just too fussy and tidy, but he knew how to “fix” that. He would come over with his son’s G.I. Joe dolls, and they would “rough and tumble” in the dollhouse, and mess it up by “boy fighting” so it wasn’t so “girlie” anymore. He repeated this several times, emphasizing that somehow having the soldier dolls fight would be an improvement to her dollhouse.
Finally the child sat up very tall in her seat and loudly declared, “But I have my Michael Jackson doll! My Michael Jackson doll won’t let them fight ‘cause Michael Jackson wants everyone to be peaceful! They won’t fight with my Michael Jackson doll there!”
The guy just shut up.
And all week as that sad day approached, remembrance of that little girl and her peace-loving Michael Jackson doll brought bright sunshine to the clouds of my grief.
Keep the faith,
dgib
In the week before the anniversary of Michael’s passing, by grace I was allowed to witness a small sign of his living legacy. I hope that sharing it will be of some comfort to all of you.
Because I had been putting in over-long hours at work all week, one night I wasn’t up to cooking dinner, so I stopped in a nearby restaurant on the way home.
After a while a man, a woman, and two little girls entered and were seated at the table next to mine. It soon became apparent that the man and woman were not married, but were in a dating relationship, and the girls – who looked to be about 5 and 10 years old, were her daughters.
The littlest girl had brought a Barbie doll with her to keep her occupied. The fellow was trying to engage the girls in conversation, and eventually started to gently tease the little one about her Barbie.
He said that Barbie was just too “girlie” and that her Barbie dollhouse at home was also just too fussy and tidy, but he knew how to “fix” that. He would come over with his son’s G.I. Joe dolls, and they would “rough and tumble” in the dollhouse, and mess it up by “boy fighting” so it wasn’t so “girlie” anymore. He repeated this several times, emphasizing that somehow having the soldier dolls fight would be an improvement to her dollhouse.
Finally the child sat up very tall in her seat and loudly declared, “But I have my Michael Jackson doll! My Michael Jackson doll won’t let them fight ‘cause Michael Jackson wants everyone to be peaceful! They won’t fight with my Michael Jackson doll there!”
The guy just shut up.
And all week as that sad day approached, remembrance of that little girl and her peace-loving Michael Jackson doll brought bright sunshine to the clouds of my grief.
Keep the faith,
dgib