"You know, he was always like a fish out of water around her...poor Lumpers, never mind, I says, plenty more fish in the sea, plenty more."
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
The power of girls
Yesterday, at my son's track meet, I saw his teacher consoling one of his classmates who was sitting alone and crying. Apparently, in front of 700 on-lookers, she had sprawled flat on her face in the 100 m dash. She had a scraped knee and an unenviable insight on humiliation that no band-aid or teacher was going to make better. The teacher asked me, "where are the other girls?" and when they came, they immediately knew what to do. They didn't say much, with their sympathy and companionship, but a few minutes later, the girl was up and running as if nothing had happened.