STORY 4 (OF THE FREE BOOK COMPETITION)
Once in a while my beloved mother and I encounter the real bullies of our neighbourhood. It’s not often, but let me tell you, there are some mean teens out there!
This morning it was Fearless Freddie. Now there are those that I call the scuffles and then there are those I call the dogos. Freddie was definitely a dogo, which means that deep down he is still a ‘good’ person, but some of his wires got really loose! Everyone smaller and younger feared him including all the animals. So, Fearless Freddie arrived this morning for a few ‘talking sessions.’
For the first couple of sessions I found that I had a lot of matters to attend to. I’d excused myself and assured my beloved mother that she was extremely capable of talking to him on her own. Now please understand, I’m not one to avoid my responsibilities, but to be in close proximity of Fearless Freddie was a bit unnerving. I was more than a bit worried…and I knew my dearest mother fully understood.
The usual method of relating to scuffles and dogos was to give them things like tasks to do rather than talking. At then end of a meeting they had to explain their interpretation of what the meaning of the different exercises were…Fearless Freddie was incredible; he started figuring out from the fourth exercise what the message was. But it was only after the very last one that he was allowed to verbalise his observation.
I heard later that Fearless Freddie became quite the ‘preacher’ at the school he attended. All day long it was ‘don’t kick him; that kick will come back to you! You girls…stop gossiping, or worse things will be said about you! Stop fighting with your younger brother or one day you’ll have to fight for your own life! Don’t any of you know that whatever you do or say always comes back to you! What are you…dumb?!
That night I added a special line in my prayer for ‘Preacher Freddie.’