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oin me during the month of April as I blog through the alphabet. My theme will be What’s In A Name. I will attempt to write up a short fictional character sketch beginning with a different letter of the alphabet each day. Remember that a place can also be a character.

Curtis

As Curtis walks down the hall toward his locker he is greeted with smiles, cheers, and high-fives! He’s a hero and he has learned to greet every smile with one of his own. Sometimes it’s really difficult to return those smiles and sometimes it is even difficult to make the walk down the hall, a hero’s walk, if you will.

Curtis doesn’t think he’s a hero. He just sort of fell into the role when the gym teacher discovered he was the quarterback his high school football team was severely lacking. They trained him to hone the natural skills and they build up the anticipation. When his father wouldn’t let him join the team, the coaches even talked to him and convinced him. And the glory days began. His popularity soared and everyone knew his name and his face.

But Curtis’ life didn’t feel like anything special. Sure, he was a great football player and he received the compliments and the pats on the back with outward gratitude. Inside Curtis hated the attention and he hated the physical pats on the back because they were almost always hurting the bruises that only the padding he wore during practice and games could protect. The kudos he received stopped when he walked in the door at home. Curtis missed the hugs and the love that had disappeared when his mother lost her battle with cancer. Cancer had taken his mom and Curtis’ happiness. It had also claimed his father. Once his mom was gone, Curtis’ dad was lost to drinking and bitterness and meanness. Curtis hated it but he felt sorry for his dad, and after all, he was his dad and he hadn’t always been cruel. It wasn’t his dad’s fault, just like it wasn’t his mom’s fault that she had gotten sick and died. It wasn’t anyone’s fault.

Curtis hated the attention but he made the most of it because it was his ticket out of the house and away from his father. That’s what he was thinking as he walked down the hallway smiling and high-fiving.

 

Alexa

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If we were having coffee, you would probably want decaf or tea or something else. Me? I’ll stick with the coffee. I had half a cup today but I know I won’t sleep tonight so I am going to try to enjoy a full cup. It’s late. After ten in the evening. But it is that kind of day.

Most of you have heard about the stabbing of three men who stood up to a bigot who was spewing hateful words toward two teen girls who appeared to be Muslim. Two were killed; the third survived but has critical injuries. It came as a shock to all of us here in Portland. Yes, we’ve seen an upsurge in hate crimes in the last eight or so months, but this one hit so close to home and involved people who stood up for what is right in trying to defend the two young girls.

I took the kids to the park this afternoon then I went to the grocery store. Everything out here seemed so quiet, so somber. There was no traffic on a holiday weekend. The grocery store was almost empty. My boys and I were the only ones at the park on a beautiful summery day. There is quiet all around. People at the grocery store were talking about it but in hushed tones. I live near one of the men that was killed. Maybe that’s why this area was so quiet. It has been a tough week. On Tuesday afternoon a flagger at a road construction site in town was hit and killed by a drunk driver. He lived in the community. The community is still in shock over that then this. So senseless. So wrong.

So I can’t sleep. I’m thinking about it all. I can’t help it.

I don’t know if we’ll ever get back to “normal” or if we are so scarred by all of the hate and violence that we won’t ever be normal again. It makes me scared for my grandchildren. What will their world look like? Will they ever know peace, charity, love, and cooperation? It’s something to think about. It’s enough to make US do something. Anything; just don’t ignore it.

Anyway, I’ll try to come up with something more optimistic soon. Maybe a smile. I sure need one.

Weekend Coffee Share is hosted by Emily at Nerd In the Brain. Go on over and take a look at the other coffee shares.

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What is an everyday hero?We all know one.Many of us are one.An everyday hero is one who acts nobly and charitably, unselfishly, every day, without regard to whether anyone will notice it or not.The everyday hero does this because it’s part of his/her character.They don’t expect praise or payment or even gratitude.They act out of true desire to do what is right.

Last week, while on a trip to the area where I lived for thirty years, I was watching the local news, or rather it was on in the background in the hotel room.The reporter was talking about a man missing in the San Bernardino Mountains, near Big Bear.I registered the headline just slightly then the reporter said the man’s name was Dean Christy and I gasped, my head jerking to see the picture on the TV.There he was.Dean Christy.A man I knew and admired and considered myself lucky to have known.I followed the story over the next week, hoping he would be found by the hundreds of searchers out looking for him.Ten days after he ventured into the snow to take an afternoon walk, the search was changed from an active one to a passive one; from one of rescue to one of recovery. (more…)

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