The Child. The line in the super market was moving slowly...my hands resting on my shopping cart...fresh chicken...some fruit...orange juice.. choclate chip cookies at the head of the class....the register girl was young and very polite...her hair streaked with a touch of purple...a small nose ring catching the light...I always enjoy watching personal freedom be at ease....debit card or credit...??...a quick swipe and the wheels of my cart push on...the electric doors opening on command...my eyes catching sunlight...the hood of my car not far from my feet.... From the edge of my eyesight I watch a woman approach...no more than 35 years... a young child at her side...his face hiding..pressing itself into her sweatshirt...one eye peeking... the other caught in doubt... a stranger nearby...the stranger being...me. Excuse me...the Mother says.... I dont mean to bother you...but are you Robert the Psychic.....I let my breath out easy...a quiet pause... Yes...Hi ..nice to meet you.. my voice steady...my eyes taking her and her young son in... Can I help you...? She looked at me softly...tears forming behind her smile...a smile that seem to be pleading...her posture looked worn ...like a sagging rag doll....her face tired from sorrow...her dignity holding her upright...a Mothers courage for her child.... She leaned forward and said to me ... My husband just died...his Dad... her shaking heart holding her son.... My son is devastated...I was hoping you could help him...say something to him.....I knelt down...one knee touching the blacktop...the other in private prayer... Whats your name I asked... Matty he said...Hey Matt...how ya doin..? ... Ok ...he said... How old are you...6 ...he said...Wow...your a big guy ! ... My bells and whistles going off...a child in trouble...a child in suffering...my heart breaking....I close my eyes and asked for his Dad...please help me...please for your son..your wife...! I never..ever..read anyone in public...I am not a performer ...I am not an entertainer....I only read in private or a venue setting...but this was different...this little boy looked in my eyes ..into my soul...his little broken heart pleading with me.... I said Matty...your Dad tells me...he got walnuts ( tumors) inside his head...and the doctors could not get them out...his head nodded...He tells me he went to sleep and could not wake up...and Mommy held him when he went to Heaven.....that he was happy tha he laughed at your birthday party...just a few days before...when you became 6...his head nodding...tears from his Mom dancing off of his shirt... He tells me he is smiling and never leaves you...and just to be sure you know he is with you...he tells me you have your tooth inside your pocket that fell out at your party...! ...The Mom looked at me in amazement...her son still holding on...his tiny fingers revealing a medicine bottle stuffed in his pocket...a single tooth at the bottom... Come on..no way...no way..the Mom kept saying...I smiled softly...I looked up gently...my face saying it all.... I have to go ...it was nice to meet you guys......my hand rubbing his head... I returned to my car...the Mother holding her son close...her eyes thanking me...a little boy standing at her side ...his soft hands waving goodbye....as I pulled out of the parking lot...I paused and looked back...and there at edge of my soul...I saw a handsome young Father...hugging his son...his arm over his wifes shoulder...the feel of his love flowing in the air...his face kissing theirs...the glow of approval in his soul... On this quiet afternoon.....in the back parking lot of a supermarket...I could hear the sound of laughter moving into the distance....as a Father came for his son...a husband for his wife...tears and smiles breaking the afternoon light. Peace Always. Peace Always
Posted on: Thu, 06 Nov 2014 00:33:18 +0000
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