Monday, July 14, 2008
"I'm cold for goodness sakes!" he nearly yelled at the pestering youngsters. They weren't younger than him, most of them at least, but him being the tallest and largest they looked up to him. Not just literally. They were wanting him to pull them through the deepest part of the wading pool. He was the only one tall enough to crawl through on his knees. It was no easy feat. This pool was formed out of uneven pebbled concrete. It was harsh on the bottom of your feet, I gathered it wouldn't have been any easier on the knees. He had been talked into doing it once. Which he did for everyone, to be fair. Even though after the first go with the first fair weather friend the chore in this game had to have become obvious. When they asked, then begged, then downright demanded another trip across he rose his voice above the rest and said an uneasy lie. "I'm cold for goodness sakes!" They instantly grew tired of him and left. Like a puppy in the rain he sat there soaked and alone. He eventually found it in himself to slink out of the pool sad and defeated. He came and sat next to me. I could see the marks the concrete had left on his knees. I touched his knee gently and gave him a look full of every ounce of understanding I could muster. He looked up at me and calmly asked for his towel.