White tank top; turquoise wrap top with short sleeves that ties between the boobs and doesn’t cover the belly. High heel brown shoes with a cork heel. The Hub wants to know what I’m going to do when cork goes out of style–my answer? Buy more shoes.
I blogged about this early in the life of this site, but I don’t think anyone was reading it then. Also, I hadn’t really gotten the hang of writing, so I don’t think I really did it justice. Here’s the story:
When I first began my new job I had a special ed kid named Michael–he was a sweet kid with a wonderful smile. He was eager to please and would never yell or disrupt class. Other kids would pick on him, and he was often involved in fights although I would never call him violent. We found out that he had been kicked out of his grandparent’s house, and was living with a friend. Not soon after that, the friend’s mom moved him to a school she liked more–I only had him as a student about month or two.
When Christmas came, the Hub and I went to Walmart to pick an angel off the angel tree. Like many couples, I went for the young girl since buying little clothes seems more meaningful than some other options. At the last minute I spied an Angel that said "Michael, 13, likes basketball and other sports." Now Michael is a common name, so I don’t know why I thought this, but in my head came the idea, "this is Michael from school," and I just couldn’t shake it. I had to fulfill this angel, and I convinced the Hub that we needed a second Angel. He is rolling his eyes and complaining because it’s going to be so much money, but I knew that I had to do it–something was pushing me.
I’m well versed on the needs of 13-year-old boys, so I picked up some sports equipment, a sweatshirt that was uniform appropriate since our kids are often cold during the winter, and a sweat suit that matched from head to toe–you know how my kids like their matching ensembles. We were finished, so I said to my husband, "just let me cruise through toys one more time and make sure I don’t see anything else." As I rushed through the toy department, I felt a tap on my shoulder. Who do you think it was? Michael. I couldn’t believe it. I had not seen this child once since he’d left my school. I haven’t see him since that day either.
I later learned through the school grapevine that he’d been passed through a variety of foster homes since leaving my school. Sometimes the principal at his new school would have to drive him home because no one would pick him up.
I feel certain that was his angel.
Sometimes you just get a sign that you’re doing the right thing–that was mine.