Thursday, September 18, 2014

Thoughts Of A Thinker: The Ball Game PartII (A true story)

We were at the Ball Game


I then opened up to him. Told him how I worked for a college and everyday individuals enroll who are twice his age. I shared my collegiate experiences with him and how there was a 60 year old man in one of my classes who was a genius to me. How this 60 year old man was very intellectual and intelligent beyond our years yet here he is obtaining a collegiate degree at his older age. The once nervous and timid body language turned into joy and smiles. He looked at me with one that exuded gratitude and a new found hope. The woman next to him smiled and nodded often. Maybe she too agreed with the advice I was giving. My mom for the first time I had noticed looked at me with admiration and I could tell how proud she was. The young man was now speechless and lost in thought. He smiled at me and stared even more now. I smiled and winked at him to ensure him that the feeling was mutual .For the first time in my life I felt like I had truly then began my mission here on earth. To help all people WANT to be and do better. For I am merely a lower class African American woman who has a great work ethic and just wants to be great.
Ding went the trains intercom and was followed by the words from the conductor " You are now at Addison ...Home of the Cubs”. I waved and told the young man that it was nice meeting him and to make sure that he puts forth that effort to be great one day. He smiled eagerly and assured me that he now he would look into college as soon as he could get to a computer. We got off the train and my mom high fived me and said, " Thank You for that, for he appreciated you talking to him. You are a good person and now lets go see this ball game". She and I hadn't been to a baseball game together EVER, hell we hadn’t been many places together but we were making strides towards getting to know each other better. We grabbed our Will Call tickets at the VIP window and proceeded towards the gate. Inside my mom was in awe at all the people and the vintage look of the stadium. The exact same reason I loved that place. We used the restroom and decided to get beers too..."This is cool" I said to her, "It sure is" was her reply. Even though I had once worked here for a year while in high school I was lost and couldn’t find our seats so I asked an attendant. The lady looked as if she was on her break or had somewhere to get to quickly yet she still escorted us and I appreciate her for all her great customer service. We walked down a very steep landing, up a couple stairs, and out to many lights with many people yelling and cheering. We were at the Ball Game.

(to be continued)

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