Identifying Nasty Pieces of Humanity
I took my son to a birthday party the other day. He was happy to splash and play with all his 7 year old mates at the local pool.
They were all having a fantastic time diving and swimming, dodging and weaving around each other in this pool.
I noticed, after some time, that some older boys were being a bit 'roudy' amongst the younger ones. I watched carefully as a mother does.
It was then that I saw them single out one of the boys. He is a lovely kid, with red hair and fair skin. These older boys decided to use their 'power' to splash him, dive too close to him and basically intimidate him in a variety of rough and tumble ways. These 'big' boys were having fun.
But I knew this younger boy. He is a twin. He has a gorgeous big grin most of the time. He also has cystic fibrosis. He has enough to deal with just in his day to day life.
I pondered upon whether these boys just somehow sensed that he had a 'weakness' and therefore felt they could give him grief or that he might have just been the random kid that they decieded to pick on.
These boys were probably not really bad kids, just 'mucking around' in the pool.
It did make me think about how cruel humans were. How unjust life was.
It was only a moment in time. A small piece of action in the universe. But it was a window into the 'basic and uncivilised' existence we call 'humanity'.
I have always hated injustice. And I pledge that I will support 'underdogs' any chance that I can get.
