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Memories Part 17
It has been said that when you are busy or having fun, time seems to pass
so quickly. I can tell you that is very true. Before I realized it, the
summer was over and it was time for me to return to school. That meant
moving back into the sorority house and starting classes once again.
It was the Saturday before classes were to being when, with Momma's help,
I returned to the sorority house. I was so glad to learn I was assigned
my old room and that Lisa was to be my roommate once again. This was to
be her last year as she was a senior and due to graduate in the spring.
She really helped me survive my freshman year.
The day classes began, I was walking across campus, enjoying the feeling
of being back on campus. It just felt so good. And yet, there was
something in the back of my mind that seemed to be wrong. I could not
really say what it was, it was more of a feeling than anything else. As
hard as I tried to ignore it, the feeling that something was not right
just would not go away. I even asked Lisa about it, but she had no
helpful hints as to what it was.
After a couple of weeks, I could not stand it any longer and had to call
Momma. She was happy I called but she was also worried that something
might have happened. I just told her about my feeling of dread but that
it was not something I could put my finger on. I was not sure what it was
all about but I was sure she had some insight into it. I could just hear
the smile in her voice when she told me what she thought was going on.
"Sweetie, what you are experiencing is something all women have. It is
known as a woman's intuition. You just have to learn to trust it. It will
help you in all sorts of situations."
Then she said, "It is also a part of being a mother. How do you think
mothers seem to know when their kids are getting in trouble or having
something happen? It also proves to me, you are becoming a woman in a lot
of ways."
Having her tell me that seemed to calm my concerns. At least for a few
days. But then the feeling returned and was stronger than before. Taking
Momma's advice, I tried to be more aware of what was going on around me.
The very next week, I saw a notice in the campus paper about an antigay
rally that was going to be held in a park not far away. Since I did not
think of myself as being gay, I ignored the notice and did not think any
more about the rally.
It turned out what I was feeling deep inside was the way some students on
campus were treating those that did not "fit" into their idea of how to
be. This change in philosophy did not affect my sorority sisters, now
that any of them that disagreed with my being a member had left.
One day, as I was walking across campus on my way to class, there was
this person standing in front of the library yelling at people as they
passed by. I managed to ignore him and get to class. Later that day, I
was in the Student Center, having a cup of tea and started to think about
that man. The more I thought about him and what he was saying, the madder
I got. Maybe it was all the stuff I had been thru growing up. Maybe it
was I had finally had my fill of people like him. Maybe it was the stress
of my classes. Maybe it was my hormones (that time of the month for me).
Of maybe it was a combination of all of them. I am not sure which but I
decided. I was going to confront him if I ever saw him again.
It was three days later and sure enough, there he was again. It took a
lot of effort on my part but I approached him in a civil manner and asked
if I could talk to him. Outwardly, I was calm, cool, and collected.
Inside I was a volcano about to erupt all over him.
Going up to him, I asked if I could talk to him. I said I wanted to
understand a few things.
He agreed to sit down with me on the wall in front of the library and
talk with me.
"The first thing I want to know is this, do you believe the Bible is
true. I mean really and truly believe it?"
He replied, "Of course I do."
I then asked, "So, everything in the Bible is true and to be believed?"
"Oh my yes!" was his response.
I then asked, "So when it says God is perfect and he created everything,
it is telling us everything is perfect?"
At this point I think he may have been thinking I was setting a trap for
him (which I was) but he said "Yes. Everything created by God is
perfect."
I knew I had the trap ready. I then asked him "What about all the kids
born with a terrible deformity? Things like missing limbs, deformed
faces, terrible diseases?"
He tried to get out of this by saying, "Those are the result of Satan. HE
caused those to happen."
"So, are you telling me Satan is as powerful as God?"
"Not at all. What I am saying is this, God wants us to have free will to
choose. He allows Satan to provide this to happen so humans will have a
choice. If there was only one thing, there would be no choice."
I could feel the anger inside me start to build. Working hard to keep it
down, I said, "You think this life style is a choice? Maybe for some but
not for everyone. Afterall, who in their right mind would willingly
choose to be humiliated by society. Just think how a person feels when
they are expected to be male but they go shopping for things typically
worn by females. And they do it not because they choose to but because in
their mind, it is what they should be wearing."
He did not have an answer for that but I did not stop with that. I then
said "How would you feel if you were shunned by those you thought were
your friends, ostracized by your family. How would it make you feel to be
treated as if you were mentally ill and others were afraid you would give
that illness to them?"
I then moved to my next point of attack. I asked him, "what makes one
person a male and another a female? Is the clothes they wear? I ask this
because clothes are just the outer covering, things "required" by
society.
He replied, "No, it is not the clothes. It is their body. Women have a
certain figure that men do not. They have breasts, wider hips, and softer
features."
My response to that was "There are women that do not have a real shapely
figure. There are women that have rough features due to the type of work
they do. Are they really men? There are men that look more feminine than
some women. Does that mean they really are women?"
He then tried another point. "It is a matter of being able to reproduce.
Men can join to make a baby. Women are the ones that give birth."
I then asked him, "So, once a woman reaches menopause, she is no longer a
woman? What about those women that, for what ever reason, are infertile?
Are they any less a woman? And what about the men that have medical
conditions that causes them to not be able to be a "father"? Are men that
have had a vasectomy no longer a man because of it?"
I could see him getting frustrated with me so I decided to let him off
the hook. "Look, I need to go to class. I hope I have given you something
to think about." With that, I walked away. That was the last time I saw
him in front of the library.
A few weeks later, there were four guys sitting on the wall. As a girl
walked by, they would hold up a number from 1 to 10. I later learned they
were "rating" the girls as we walked by. They were also shouting out
guesses as to what style panty was being worn. Walkin past them, I
thought to myself, "If you only knew what was under my skirt."
That lasted only a couple of days. In the school paper, I read an article
that said there were four men arrested by campus police for sexual
harassment. Of the four, two were place on probation, one was suspended
for the rest of the semester. The last one was formally expelled and was
not allowed to return.
Finally, the end of the semester came and I went home for Christmas
break. One Sunday, the Sunday School class I attended decided, in honor
of the season, we were going to do something special for the local day
cares and the nursing homes. In teams of three, we went to each one. The
guy was to be Santa and the girls were to be his helpers.
The "team" I was put on had myself, Kathy, and Robert. We were to go to
one of the local day care centers. Kathy and I agreed to wear our
costumes under our coat. Robert was going to put his on after we got
there. That way, it would not appear as if "Santa" was driving a car.
For the day cares, we took cameras that could be connected to a computer
and a printer. That way we could send a picture of the child with Santa.
The idea was one of the helpers would help the child up onto Santa's knee
and say out loud the child's name. That way it would appear Santa knew
the child.
I helped the children up, Kathy took the pictures (and printed them), and
all Robert had to do was sit there and talk to each child.
After the child talked to "Santa", I would help them down and give them a
little piece of Christmas candy. Usually a small candy cane.
Everything was going well until I helped one little girl who looked to be
about 5. As I helped her get on Santa's knee, I said "there you go Cara."
Robert (aka Santa) took the clue. He said "Well Cara, have you been a
good girl this year (standard Santa question)."
Shyly she nodded her head.
Then he said, "Let me guess what you want for Christmas. A new doll."
To that she shook her head no.
"Oh, then I bet you want a new doll house or a new stuffed animal."
Again, she shook her head no.
"I bet you want a pretty new dress."
For the third time she shook her head no.
"Then what do you want for Christmas?"
In a voice I could barely hear, she told Santa "I want my baby brother to
get well so Mommy and Daddy will be happy again."
Shocked, Robert simply hugged Cara and said "I will see what I can do."
It was not until we were leaving that I asked the center's director what
was going on with Cara. She told me that Cara's baby brother had been
born with a heart condition and needed a very expensive operation. An
operation the family really could not afford, even with help from their
insurance.
Kathy and I talked about the situation on the way home and we both
decided we had to at least try to help in some way. That was when Robert
spoke up.
"I have heard about this organization that provides children with medical
help and does not charge the family anything. If only I could remember
what that organization's name is then we could at least suggest that
family try to get the help they need."
It was like a light bulb inside of Kathy's head. "I think I know just the
organization you are talking about."
As soon as we got back to the church for a small party of the teams,
Kathy and I slipped off to the church's office and called the day care.
Talking to the director, we old her of our idea and wanted to know if she
thought the family would at least listen to us.
She said she would talk to the parents on Monday when they came to bring
Cara for the day.
The last I heard, the family was able to get in touch with the
organization and the lithe needed the little boy had the needed
operation. I never heard anything more than that but I had to assume he
survived and the whole family was happy.
To this day, when I think about Cara and her family, I feel like in some
way, Robert, Kathy, and I were their Christmas miracle.
Liesl
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