Grand Angel

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Date:   3/28/2006 6:45:21 PM   ( 19 y ) ... viewed 1366 times

Raising My Sights
By Terri McPherson

My six-year-old granddaughter, Caitlynd, and I stopped at a Tim
Horton's donut shop for a blueberry muffin. As we were going out the
door, a young teenage boy was coming in.
This young man had no hair on the sides of his head and a tuft of
blue spiked hair on top of it. One of his nostrils was pierced, and
attached to the hoop that ran through the hole was a chain that draped
across his face and attached to a ring he was wearing in his ear. He
held a skateboard under one arm and a basketball under the other.
Caitlynd, who was walking ahead of me, stopped in her tracks when
she saw the teen. I thought he'd scared the dickens out of her, and
she'd frozen on the spot.
I was wrong.
My Grandangel backed up against the door and opened it as wide as
it would go. Now I was face to face with the young man. I stepped
aside and let him pass. His response was a gracious, "Thank you very
much."
On our way to the car, I commended Caitlynd for her manners in
holding open the door for the young man. She didn't seem to be troubled
by his appearance, but I wanted to make sure. If a grandmotherly talk
about freedom of self-expression and allowing people their differences
was in order, I wanted to be ready.
As it turned out, the person who needed the talk was me.
The only thing Caitlynd noticed about the teen was the fact that
his arms were full. "He woulda had a hard time to open the door."
I saw the partially shaved head, the tuft of spiked hair, the
piercings and the chain. She saw a person carrying something under each
arm and heading toward a closed door.
In the future, I hope to get down on her level and raise my
sights.

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