Stories of Love...

Those People Are Mean!

I had been a foster parent for a few years when a little boy I will call Bobby came into my home.

Bobby did not talk for most of the day. When we were driving home, he said, “Sister J, I was told that you were strict but you are nice.” I said, “I can be strict sometimes”. He said, “Those people can be mean”.

At first I did not understand what he was saying. Then I figured it out. You see I am African American and he was not. I asked him, “Do you know of other people who were not the same race as me that are mean?” He said, “Yes”. After thinking for a while he understood that all people could be mean.

So after a long hard day I asked all the children to read until dinner was ready. Bobby came into the kitchen and said, “Sister J, I figured out what you are, you are an angel.

It had been a hard day. Bobby helped me remember why I take care of children. So when I have one of those days I think of Bobby and how this wonderful child blessed my day with his words.