We Got Your Back
Get away from me you mother f@-/er is the greeting I received from a seven year old refusing to get out of his mom's car. As I escorted him into the school he arched up and bit a chunk out of my middle finger. A hurting frustrated little boy was striking out and the old principal was an easy target. I must admit that I was not amused. His antics caused me to spill my coffee. My finger was throbbing as I bear hugged him and carried him into my office. My day of planned task completion flew out the window like an escaping caged bird. All that mattered now was one first grade angry boy. With a growly voice and crunched eyebrows, I informed him that I need that middle finger for driving on I-270. Sarcasm is wasted on the young. Where most people see a misbehaving defiant brat, we see behind his actions knowing that there is an evil eating into his childhood like a malignant tumor engulfing healthy tissue. ...