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You must be an Angel,
I can see it in your eyes...
Oh, you're an Angel in disguise."
-- Madonna/Steve Bray
A Life Ever Changing #25
Angel in Disguise
By Angel
I looked at them and continued...
I found myself in Mrs. Russell's bedroom and they had me
lay on the bed. Mrs. Russell said, "Brenda. You and Tracy
go into the kitchen and get Ricky some juice and bring a
separate glass filled with ice okay?"
The two girls answered, "Okay," and off they went.
Greta sat on the bed and was stroking my head over and over
very softly speaking in a soft very calm voice she said,
"Its okay Ricky, this has been hard for all of us but you
must admit to one thing and that is you have a very special
gift. Your singing voice is of a very rare quality for
anyone be it a boy or a girl. In a few years this voice of
yours will disappear and no one will ever hear it again."
She looked sad after saying that and a look at Mrs. Russell
confirmed that she was sad as well.
I stopped having those body shaking sobs when one cries
rally hard and I was just fighting to stop my tears from
flowing. Greta had made me think of something else, so I
asked, "Why will it disappear Mrs. Dell?"
She looked a little surprised and smiled at me and then
said, "Puberty, Ricky. Soon your male hormones will flood
your body and brain changing your body and attitude. Your
voice will crack and change for a while and then it will
get deeper. You will never again be able to reach those
higher notes."
"Oh." I said, "The kids at school call it the 'pimple
period' but I hear that the girls start growing in
different areas and the boys get bigger and get more
muscles. I remember hearing some boys talking and they
sounded funny, they had high and then lower voices and
sometimes squeaky in between sounding voices."
The two ladies laughed then and Brenda and Tracy came back.
Pastor Kit was with them. He sat on the bed and offered me
his hand to shake and I took it and shook it. He took the
glass of juice from Brenda and handed it to me. I sipped
and sipped again. Boy was that good! My tears had stopped
and I was no longer crying, the ladies successful in this
attempt by getting my mind off the fiasco that ended a
wonderful fun time for me abruptly. Too abruptly!
Pastor Kit taking his time, looked at everyone in the room
silently appraising them and saying something unspoken but
sure of it being understood. He looked at me and smiled and
started talking to me, "Ricky, I am sorry for assuming you
were a girl, can you forgive me?"
I nodded and said, "Yes, Pastor Kit, I can't blame you,
most people do just that all the time. But it hurts me
inside when they do."
He smiled while patting me on my head gently and continued,
"We each have a purpose for being here, Ricky. Many of us
only have an idea or we make assumptions as to what our
purpose for being here is based on what we can do well. You
see, we each have gifts our Lord has given us and this help
us in knowing what God has planned for us during the time
we are here. My gifts directed me to become a Pastor so I
could freely share the gifts our Lord has given me. What
about you, Ricky? What gifts has God given you and how can
we adults help you in sharing those gifts with others?"
Wow, talk about being drop kicked into a position I didn't
want to be in at that time! But, I had to answer and so I
said, "Gifts? Why does everybody always call talents and
special skills gifts? Can't they be heavy crosses to be
always carried instead? Can't they be called challenges?
How about those born without sight or hearing? Would you
call those gifts as well? I don't think so! To answer your
question, and it isn't an easy question to answer either, I
would have to say. My gifts, crosses, challenges seem to be
many. My face and body, my voice both singing and talking,
my very attitude as you have called it is not normal so
everyone tells me. Our Priest at my church said the most
important lesson for all mankind is what Jesus said to all
of us. He said, 'Do unto others as you would do unto you.'
Jesus left a lot out when He had said that one!"
Pastor Kit looked surprised when I said that and so did
Greta and Cindy!
I continued, "He forgot to tell us what would happen to you
by others when you did do that! You are called names, many
hurtful names. You are beaten up and since you wouldn't
beat up yourself, according to Jesus you just let it happen
to you. Funny though, didn't Jesus go berserk outside a
temple? According to the Gospel He even whipped
moneychangers and vendors, overturning their tables and
carts as well. You see Pastor Kit; gifts can be curses as
well. It only depends on how well and why they are received
by others.
"Like my voice, I love to sing, but when I do sing in front
of others something bad always happens in the end. When I
sing people will stop and listen. They are happy and full
of joy then. My song ends and when it does so does the
peace and the joy end. Something else replaces it other
feelings and words take over. Like what happened down
stairs, what was a room filled with happiness and joy
turned into arguing and hurtful words being spread. Doubt
and accusations of telling lies, one lady tried to feel me
to see if I was a boy! Do you think this is the only time I
have gone through something like this? No, I have gone
through it every time I have sung for others besides my
mother and aunt. At church, at school in the park or even
when I am just walking to or from somewhere. From happiness
and joy everything changes whenever I stop singing. That is
why I don't sing! That is why I will never sing again! Look
at me! What do you see? Be honest in your answer please!"
I waited for his answer, tears building behind my eyes once
more threatening to spill yet again. I hurt and I always
hurt after singing for others. That is why I always try
never to sing outside of my home and private refuge.
Pastor Kit had tears in his eyes! WOW! I never would have
thought a pastor, a leader of many, would openly shed
tears! But he did, he wasn't crying in the sobbing, voice-
stopping way, just tears as he tried to answer my question
the best he could.
He said, "Well said, young one! I can tell you are a very
special person even being so small and so young. You show a
deeper understanding, more than many adults I know. First
let me answer your question about what I believe Jesus was
trying to show others by His actions outside the Synagogue
you mentioned. Try to remember that Jesus was also human as
well as divine, okay? When you read the New Testament again
pay close attention to Jesus' words and actions. You will
see He appears to be in many moods to others and even
though he was consistent in everything He did and said,
still many people believe otherwise. Your question is a
very good one so let me be careful and thorough in my
answer. Jesus wants us all to be selfless in all that we
do. Many of us can do this only some of the time, we are
mostly selfish people even though we will never acknowledge
this fact to ourselves. Those people, Jesus whipped and
destroyed their livelihood by His action was because of
this. His Father's house is the most selfless place
anywhere and at anytime. To be standing in front of His
doorstep making money off of those people going to His
house was a very strong insult to God. To require people to
give in to other's selfish attitudes and acts before
entering God's house was the worst thing one could do. That
is why Jesus did what He did."
"Now as for your unasked but well heard questions I can say
but a few things to help you understand. The truth is I see
a young girl when I look at you. I can surely bet everyone
else does as well." (I winced and felt those words strike
deep.) "I do not say this to hurt you in anyway, Ricky, but
you wanted the truth and that is what I will give you
okay?"
I said, "Okay, but why?"
He continued, "I bet if you got dressed in all your boy
clothes and even if you got a very short haircut, once you
started talking and just by what people would see they
would think you were a girl dressed and trying to act as a
boy. I even bet a lot of people have called you a Tomboy,
haven't they?"
I nodded and he went on, "It is your heart, Ricky, not only
your features but your advanced maturity and your caring of
others first. Like even though you said you would never
sing in front of others here you did just that a few
minutes ago."
Just then the lady who tried to feel my front and lift up
my apron knocked on the doorframe requesting entry. I
winced and pulled back and away from her toward Mrs.
Russell. Mrs. Russell hugged me and Pastor Kit looked at
her and said, "MRS. EVANS! Would you be so kind as to wait
at the foot of the stairs and keep anyone else from rudely
interrupting a very private and important meeting! We will
be down when we decide this meeting is over and IF Ricky
wishes to rejoin a group of people who have been hurtful
and selfish in their dealing with him."
Wow, she turned white and straightened up real quick. She
looked at me and said very quickly, "I am so sorry, please
forgive me."
With that said she went down the stairs. Pastor Kit
continued, "I believe you can be stronger than you are now,
Ricky. You are a boy even though you do not look like one.
That gives you something extra the girls your age do not
have. You see things differently than they do. You also
have not been brought up as a girl so you do not have those
prejudices and you haven't been molded as young girls and
boys have. Am I right?"
I said, "Yes and no, Pastor Kit. I have been taught how to
do many of the things girls' usually only do. Housework and
the like, but that's only because of what my family needs
and I must do. I can't help the way I look. I only know
that I am a boy and all my problems begin with that. If I
don't say anything about it when people call me a girl or
treat me like one I have a lot less problems. But that is
just like letting a lie stay a lie. I think my biggest
problem is to know what to do when people say and think I
am a girl. I also sometimes end up looking like this." (I
motioned with my hands at the way I was dressed.) "Those
ladies were right when they said those things about me.
What hurt the most was when they said, 'what kind of a boy
would dress like that.' They also saw the girl's undies I
am wearing. It wasn't that I wanted to wear them, I don't!
I had no real choice my boy's underpants were soaked
through with sweat and I couldn't concentrate on singing
being so uncomfortable. Why couldn't they notice my
sneakers! They are boys and it is obvious being high cuts
and black. My hair is a cut like a boy's and I know I don't
act like a girl, do I?"
Pastor Kit smiled and said, "You are very young yet and
depend on what others think of you and say about you to
learn about life and how to live it. What makes it hard is
that you can't depend on those who don't know you well. I
suggest you listen to those closest to you to learn from
those that believe in you and truly want the best for you.
People believe what they want to Ricky. Some will cling to
their beliefs no matter what is said or proven. I suggest
you trust those who trust you and those that wish the best
for you. Those that know you well will treat you the best."
Just then my mom came rushing into the room and stopped
looking shocked at the way I was dressed. She looked at
Mrs. Russell like she would kill her in a nanosecond if she
had her choice! I jumped off the bed yelling, "MOMMY,
Mommy!" I jumped into her arms tears starting to flow I was
so relieved in her presence!
My mother held me close saying what most mothers would in
times like these, "Oh, Honey, it's alright now Mommy's here
and she won't let anybody hurt you." I knew that and that's
why I clung to her like glue.
Pastor Kit stood up and said, "Mrs. O'Hare, I am Pastor Kit
and before you kill anyone here please let Mrs. Russell
explain alright?"
My mom said, "I demand an explanation and it had better be
a damn good one at that!" Wow, my mommy just said a bad
word in front of a pastor of all people. He winced and let
my mommy sit on the bed with me still in her arms clinging
to her.
Mrs. Russell stood up and walked over to my mommy and me
and said, "Julia, please just listen to what I have to say
and then if you wish you can hit me a good one, okay?"
My mommy nodded and said, "Cindy, I trusted you with the
care and good treatment of my child. It appears to me you
have failed in doing that. Do you know what I was asked
when those lunatics downstairs realized who I was? They
asked me, no, they almost told me that my son was a girl!
Now I want an explanation and I want it now!" She hugged me
tighter and kissed me a lot of times on my head and face.
My mommy would always be my mommy! It's funny how when in
deep trouble or pain your mother automatically gets called
Mommy again. Even though you are ten years old and a big
boy now when you need your mother in times of distress you
remember when you had the deepest bond with her and that is
when you always called her Mommy!
I looked up at my mommy and said, "Mommy, can I please
change into my clean clothes now?"
She looked at Cindy as to ask why I was dressed this way
and Cindy asked Brenda, "Brenda, please go get the bag with
Ricky's clean set of clothes."
Brenda grabbed Tracy's hand and off the two of them went,
but first they stopped and gave me a kiss on the cheek and
a little hug and Brenda said, "Ricky we really like you and
don't ever want to hurt you in any way. You will always be
our special friend and angel." They were off to get my
clothes and I noticed everybody including my mommy was
smiling at what Brenda had said.
Cindy said, "He is wearing the apron to protect his
clothing, but earlier his shorts and underpants were soaked
through with sweat making the very uncomfortable to wear. I
had wanted Ricky to polish the furniture after we had taken
a little break so the apron was really needed. As you can
see, it is a thickly made apron and no one can see through
it. It was my decision to have him take off his shorts and
underpants as a necessity but he still needed a pair of
underpants to wear. He couldn't wear his other pair because
they would just get sweaty and wet as well, so I had him
put on the only new pair I had on hand. Unfortunately all I
had were girl's nylon panties I had purchased for Brenda
that were still unworn and wrapped. But, since nobody would
be seeing them I felt it would be best and actually much
cooler for Ricky to wear them. I assure you it was not my
intention to make Ricky look more girlish! Please believe
me when I tell you that. Ricky even told me that they were
much more comfortable to wear than his boy's underpants."
My mommy looked at me with that questioning look so I said,
"I did mommy and they are more comfortable and cooler to
wear than mine. I just don't like all the flowers on them."
My mommy chuckled and so did the rest of those in the room.
Mrs. Dell stood up and said, "Mrs. O'Hare my name is Greta
Dill and Tracy is my daughter. This was as much my doing as
anyone else's so please let me say something before Cindy
tries to explain what has happened." My mommy nodded and
Greta said, "Your son has the most beautiful singing voice
I as a teacher and a professional coach have ever had the
pleasure to hear! I know that you know what a special gift
his voice is."
My mommy nodded and hugged and kissed me again. Brenda and
Tracy came back with my clothes and Tracy said to her
mother, "Mommy, somebody has to go downstairs. It's crazy
down there."
Pastor Kit asked Cindy to go and have the others wait. He
said, "Cindy I don't think it would be a good idea to have
all those ladies and children leave before things are
explained to them. Maybe you can make them some tea or
something and have them promise to wait. I will be down
shortly after Greta finishes her explanation to talk to
them. Tell them it is me who wants them to stay. You should
have no trouble keeping them all here."
Cindy nodded and had the two girls go with her. Brenda and
Tracy could keep the young girls in check and entertained.
Off the three of them went.
My mommy had me stand up and she untied the apron and took
it off of me. She changed my sopping sweat filled shirt
with my clean one and held out my clean pair of shorts for
me to step into. I looked at her and said, "Mommy what
about my underpants?"
She smiled at me and said, "Didn't you just say they were
cooler and more comfortable than your boy underpants?"
I said, "Yes, but I don't like all the flowers and they are
blue not white ones."
She answered, "Well, nobody is going to see them under your
shorts and I have a feeling we will be here for a while yet
so it is best you stay cool and comfortable okay?"
I said okay and she pulled my shorts up and finished by
zipping and snapping them closed. I huddled with my mommy
on her lap once more and Greta began her explanation, "Mrs.
O'Hare..."
My mother jumped in here saying, "Please call me Julia,
Greta, alright?"
Greta began again saying, "Julia, I came in as Ricky was
finishing the advanced scales. Do you know what they are?"
My mother said no and Greta continued, "Advanced scales are
sung by those who can easily perform the standard scales.
They are also for those who have a wider tonal range and
can hold tones and transition the notes easily from one to
the other. Ricky can do that, and it appears almost
effortlessly. Young boys can have a higher tonal range but
usually it is the girls and women who can transition well
and their voices, of course, change minimally as they grow
older. Boys always lose this ability once puberty begins.
They may still have a good singing voice, but it is of a
lower range and a deeper tonal quality than before. Now as
for what happened later I can tell you this. I was there
and Ricky along with the choir singing the chorus brought
the house down! I know everyone there was speechless and in
awe of Rickie's voice and performance. We all had goose
bumps and you could hear a pin drop when the song had
ended. Then all hell broke loose! All the girls in the
choir mobbed Ricky they were so happy. They jumped all over
him knocking him down and that is when his apron flipped up
around his waist. There was nothing he could do about it
with all the girls on top of him. They were all to hugging
and kissing him and were all called him their 'ANGEL' and
telling him how wonderful he had performed. Brenda and
Tracy were pulling the girls off when Cindy and I joined
them and freed Ricky. It was too late to save his modesty,
everyone there got a good look at the panties he was
wearing and I am afraid this added to the reasons most
thought he was a girl. One thing you must understand is
that the choir is without a soloist now that my daughter
Tracy can't sing until her throat and vocal cords heal
properly. This also added to the wants and wishes of the
girls and their mothers. Pastor Kit, I believe, also wanted
Ricky to be a girl because of this as well."
We all looked at Pastor Kit and he nodded guiltily. He
said, "So Julia, just try to picture this if you will,
there is this young person dressed only in an apron, t-
shirt and everyone saw the cute panties this person was
wearing underneath. This young person just delivered a
singing performance no one here has ever had the privilege
to witness their entire lives. The only thing preventing
the choir from entering this year's competition seemed to
not only have ended, but a sure win in the finals was
assured! Then this young person informs everyone he is a
boy and that his voice is not only a gift but a curse as
well! Need I say all Hades' broke loose and the comments
that were hurtful to Ricky had begun. Julia do you have any
questions for me?"
Julia began with saying, "It appears that I was wrong in my
first assumption and I apologize for that. I know all the
ladies and girls downstairs are waiting impatiently for us
so I will wait with my other questions until this is over
and just the few of us can sit down and chat comfortably.
Is this okay with you?"
Pastor Kit and Greta smiled and nodded at this suggestion.
With that said and agreed upon we left to go downstairs. My
mom held my hand and off we went. Pastor Kit was in front
with Greta next, my mother and I held back a little. We
heard before we saw anything. It sounded like the girls
were having a lot of fun and by the sounds of it the ladies
were still going at it in the kitchen. Greta sidled up to
my mother and whispered something to her and my mother just
nodded and smiled in reply.
Greta called out for Tracy and she appeared with Brenda and
a few other girls. Greta said, "Just Tracy and Brenda,
girls, okay?" The girls said okay and disappeared back into
the noisy mayhem going on inside the music room. Tracy and
Brenda ran over to me and gave me a hug and of course a few
kisses and asked me if I was okay now.
I said, "Yes, for now but I'm afraid of what the ladies are
going to say about me."
My mom held my hand and said, "Ricky, it is going to be
fine I am here with you and you know I won't let anyone
hurt you if I can help it."
Pastor Kit and Greta said the same and so did Tracy and
Brenda. So as a troop we all went into the kitchen and saw
Cindy had control even though some of the ladies were a bit
animated amidst a heavy discussion. When they saw us
everyone became quiet and Cindy did the introductions for
my mom and the others. Cindy walked over to my mom and
before she could say anything my mom said, "It's alright
Cindy, Greta told me most of it and we will wait until all
the others leave before we sit down and talk okay?" Cindy
said okay and nodded to Pastor Kit.
He began by saying, "I hope everyone has learned a few
things today. I know I have thanks to this young boy who
has showed me a remarkable understanding of what life is
all about, this child who has been treated rather cruelly
by most of us here today." All of the ladies bowed their
heads and then looked at me saying how sorry they were. I
had apologies coming from every direction and all at the
same time!
Greta then said, "Julia would it be alright if Ricky went
and played with the other children?" My mom looked at me
and before I could answer Tracy and Brenda had my hands and
whisked me away from the kitchen. (I had wanted to stay and
listen to what the adults were going to say and discuss. I
knew it was going to be all about me.)
We arrived in the music room and in only seconds the entire
room got very quiet. An amazing thing when you consider
there were 12 girls and one boy in the room! This time it
was better because I had on my shirt and shorts. All of a
sudden when I smiled the noise level rose considerably. All
the girls surrounded me blasting me with apologies and
questions.
One thing was certain though I had a new name. Everyone was
calling me Angel. Oh brother! Is Angel a boy's name? I
wondered. After the apologies and introductions again, we
all decided to just sit on the floor and talk. They had a
spokesperson and that was Tracy. Tracy and Brenda sat on
either side of me as to protect me from the others. When
everyone got quiet again Tracy stood up and walked into the
center of the half moon shape we had formed. Facing us all
she began, "Ricky, I was elected by proper vote to be the
person to speak for all the members of our choir. What I
say is coming from every member okay?"
I nodded and she continued, "Ricky please don't get mad at
us for what we are about to say. Just believe that we are
telling you the truth and none of us wants to hurt you in
any way. We took a vote and have made you an honorary
member of our choir. All of us have a choir nickname that
was given to each member by the choir. We all talked it
over and decided your name will be Angel. Please don't get
mad! Many angels are men you know. The most powerful angel
of them all is called Michael. We all decided on that name
because of the way you look while you are singing. Plus the
way you sing! You are an angel in our eyes, Ricky. So from
now on, you are ANGEL!"
She then nodded, came over to me, stood me up and hugged
and kissed me telling me her choir name. Each girl one by
one came up to me and gave me a hug and a kiss welcoming me
to the choir and telling me their choir names. That was so
cool! For once in my life I felt like I belonged to a group
and was welcomed to be in it by everyone! I was very happy!
Each of them went back to their places and sat down again.
Tracy standing and facing all of us once more said, "Angel
we will have pictures for you in a few days. We know when
you get to see them that you will agree with us that not
only is your voice a thing of beauty, but you are as well.
Angel, when you were singing we all got goose bumps and the
tingles. When we could finally see your face after we were
done singing we all said the same thing! You were
beautiful! Don't get mad at us please!" She must have seen
my expression change quickly from happy to red and
irritated.
Brenda put her arm around me and squeezed she also kissed
me. Tracy continued, "We have all decided to make sure that
nobody picks on you or hurts you. One or more of us will be
available to go with you anywhere you are going so you
won't ever have to be alone again. We are more than a
choir, Angel, we are a family and we hope you will agree
with us and become part of our family."
She came up to me and lifted me up by my hands and walked
with me back to the center and facing all the girls she
said, "This is Angel who we wish to be a member of our
family. All those in support of this decision please stand
up." Every one of the girls stood up and clapped saying my
choir name over and over until Tracy held up her hands for
quiet.
She turned facing me and said, "Angel, do you want to join
our family and be a part of what we do and accept or
protection and friendship?"
What could I say? This was only a dream I had to be part of
something and liked by others. So I said, "Yes, I do." A
bedlam of cheers broke out then. I was surrounded once
again by 12 girls, all hugging and kissing me and saying
happy things I would never decipher because they all were
talking at the same time.
Aeryn
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