Strange Encounter

Blog72:

In a bustling, busy city a sullen girl crouched in a corner street by herself, and appearing in deep thought, gets disrupted by Someone. 

“What’s your name?” Someone asks. 

She looks up at Someone, but doesn’t say a word.  Someone unsettles her once more.  This time, he asks in a more vibrant, daring voice, “Whom do you trust?”

The girl props up herself a bit; she mutters at first, but gradually makes her voice audible.  Resolutely, she speaks …

“Adults! I trust adults like you, but especially those who brought me into this world.”

But that’s not all she declares.  She looks at Someone in the eye and assertively rants.  She gets emotional as she states openly her mind:

“I expect adults to …

Care for my basic needs

Teach me skills that I could use to survive

Get me safe from place to place

Protect me from predators

Save me from erring

Encourage me to praise God in all things

Reassure me when I’m afraid

Cheer me on and support me when I’m trying a task

Boost my morale

Inspire me to become the best I could be

Embolden me when I feel helpless …”

Distressed and overwhelmed by the girl’s litany of responses, Someone pauses.  He speaks back to the girl and says, “Whoever brought you into this world has much to bear.  Keeping you safe and sound, teaching you, taking care of you, encouraging you, cheering you and supporting you, boosting, inspiring and emboldening your spirit will take too much time and too many years!  That will be a lifetime of commitment.   Only the strong and compassionate could, and would take action.  There aren’t many of us Adults who choose to fulfill our expectations!

The girl frowns.  She is taken aback by Someone’s retort.

“Why then do you dare ask?” the girl questions.

“I left a girl just like you a long time ago,” Someone replies.  He goes on to say, “I wondered simply upon our chance meeting and exchange, now that I’m fatigued from roaming and here with you, what the sound of a girl’s voice and her thoughts might be like.”

Perplexed, the girl studies the face of Someone.  Emotionless, she inquires, “Now that you know, what are you going to do about it?”

A stare … a mute glance from Someone. He stands awhile, and then he walks away.