Wednesday, August 17, 2011
School Days-Let's All Pray
Senior year is really the only year of high school that I remember with some fondness. That was the year when the social cliques formed in Freshmen and Sophomore years started to crumble and you started talking with other students in your class who were not part of your "inner circle". That's when you started talking about what happens next and you started to field the question "what are you going to do after high school?" Yup, Senior year was a lot of fun because suddenly everything that defined your world up to that point didn't matter quite so much. It was the year of expanding horizons and lots of hope for the future mixed with a whole lot of questions!
There is one moment though, that I think really summed up Senior year for me, the moment when I decided that I didn't care what anyone else thought and chose to do the right thing. I had actually forgotten about this until years later when my mother had a chance encounter with one of the young ladies directly impacted by a split second decision in a very crowded lunchroom during the beginning of the school year.
At the time I wasn't thinking about compassion and mercy or doing the right thing. I was mad! Mad at those punk little Freshman boys for treating these girls this way! Just exactly who did they think they were? They were not big boys on campus, they hadn't earned that right yet! No, they were thoughtless juvenile little boys who needed to be knocked down a notch! These were my girls and no punk Freshman was going to get away with treating them like that! I wasn't the only one at my table who had this thought, my friends noticed as well! The decision was unanimous, the girls would come sit with us at the Senior table. I'm not sure which one of us called to them and invited them over but from that point on, they had a table to sit at for lunch every day! And certain Freshman boys stopped using them for their sporting targets! We made our point-they were under our protection and we would not tolerate anyone messing with them.
Like I said, after high school I had forgotten all about that terrible moment. It wasn't until years later that I realized just how important that decision was on that day. My mother went to have her hair done by a new hair stylist who she hadn't been to before. When she came home with her beautiful new look she started to tell me about the conversation she had with the young lady who had done her hair. Turned out that the young lady was Karen and she told my mother the story of that day in the lunchroom. She remembered me specifically! And she remembered the horrible feeling of standing in the middle of the lunch room not knowing what to do and suddenly the relief of being invited to sit at the Senior table. I may have forgotten but she never did! Sometimes you'll never know the impact that you'll have on another person's life but understand this, little things do count and little things do matter even more than you can possibly imagine!