Writing Prompt #46

I never had the chance to thank….

Have you ever just sat back and thought about it? Thought about all of the people that come and go in your life, every day, every year, in every place you live and work? Even if I just go back to the days of teaching I can think of all the schools I worked at, all the staff I worked with, all the teachers, children, parents, custodians…Then I think about my restaurant days! Wow, all the restaurants, customers, bar patrons, breakfast eaters, cooks, and dishwashers. Now I haven’t even started to think about my growing up, my high school, my college, my professors…

So I sit here and think about it. I think about the people who had an impact on my life. I think about the people who added sorrow or strife. Then those who have added nothing but joy and happiness. From all of my memories, from the farthest depths of my mind, I look to find that one person who I know for a fact helped me become the person I am today. I think about the good, the bad, the obvious, the ones you would never think of. Who comes to your mind?

In my head, I laugh that this person would ever really come into my head, and I guess I have to explain how the bad experience taught me a good lesson in life. I never had the chance to thank Carolyn’s father for calling me a “sneaky, little girl” when I was honestly and truly trying to be considerate. That comment, not to my face yet close enough to be heard, was made and has stuck with me my whole life. That was in maybe third grade. Why do I want to thank this man for being so mean to a little kid? Because it taught me that honesty feels so much better, especially when you know you are honest and there is no doubt in your mind that you have told the truth without any expectations to follow.

For this I thank Mr. C—, I grew up knowing that honesty feels so good.