I was an extremely good kid growing up. I very rarely got in trouble at school, and was only written-up once, in first grade. My friend, Anthony got into a fight with another boy (whose name I can’t remember) on the playground. I stood in the tanbark, watching the two 6-year-olds push each other. I don’t think it lasted long before the yard teacher, who was also Anthony’s mother, marched over. The boys were separated and the one boy was given a “pink slip” for fighting. I was given one for watching. It never occurred to me to contest the fairness or to tell my parents that night. I was too embarrassed.
The next day, instead of playing, we each chose a library book and sat on the wall, watching our peers run and jump. We were supposed to read, but I cried the entire recess. The boy scooted over and patted my arm; he was used to missing recess. He told me not to worry, but I was inconsolable.
Thinking back on that moment, I am amazed at the grace that boy offered. I never played with Anthony after that day and I can’t remember the other boy’s name, but his gesture has stuck with me. I need to remember this moment in times when I forget to offer grace to others; when I need it most for myself.
Linked with Lisa-Jo Baker’s Five Minute Friday.
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It’s amazing how childhood memories can stay with us. Thanks for sharing this moment of grace that still stays with you.
I know – I had forgotten about it until seeing the prompt. So glad I can see it through a lens of Grace now.
Good for that boy! What a gift of grace on the very day you needed it. Kids are amazing, aren’t they?! Patti
They are! And, a good reminder that the “bad” kids are full of Grace as well…
Everyone is full of grace. That is hard to remember sometimes but very important just the same.
Sad that you got in trouble for simply watching a fight, but good that such beautiful grace was extended to you. Great post. Stopping in from FMF.
What a sweet memory! Maybe we can be that person in someone’s memories like that!
That’s my hope – that I show grace, even if unintentional.