‘Justin Moore’ (a handsome lad of dark skin) rang our doorbell around 07:00PM and I answered while still chewing my mouthful of rice. He belongs in a house with fifteen to twenty other foster children in my neighborhood. And he was trying to earn points with donations by going door to door.
I was interested, asked for a website and saw U.S. Department of State Careers at the bottom right hand corner of the dark-blue colored, flier of his binder. I wanted to give him ‘credit’ by donating online but there was no way to specifically mention one person.
I knew this was ‘legitimate’. And I wanted to get the paper (which I saw at the back of the binder) for filling out and mailing off on my spare time. But Maw and Paw scolded me again for trying to reach out to this clear-eyed teenager (who was under eighteen years old). Maw came up to the door and asked what this was about and told (as usual in her tone of voice) that we are not interested.
‘Justin’ explained that he was being moved around in the system and I sincerely felt I could help. Twenty dollars wasn’t a lot. Again, this was the second one that slipped through me. I went online a few minutes ago prior to entering this blog and saw that Condi Rice was talking at the bottom of the website.
I don’t look at the color of the skin. I see the clarity in his eyes. They were well balanced. He had very smooth skin (and better than my acne prone skin). These are the truly ‘black’ people that I feel are sincere. And I kept thinking about him as he turned away into the night with other children requesting donations in this manner. I asked God to help him and the kids. I visualized my neighbor’s helping.
I figured adopting strangers would be neat or my calling. Or perhaps I should be a guardian to them. They could be human or ‘aliens’ and I wouldn’t know the difference in their forms. I was actually happy to see someone at our front door. We hardly get any visitors nowadays.
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