Touching Children, One at a Time
er... I mean, touching children's hearts, one at a time. A little departure from the standard EA(t) A(t) (j)OE'S fare, I'd like to get inrospective tonight. I spent the day doing two performances for elementary schools in Chicago and Milwaukee. Anyway, after the show I was heading to the boy's bathroom to change (you know, little toilets, short sinks, low mirrors) and this kid who was one of our volunteers stopped me, essentially with the following:
"Um, I just wanted to say thank you for picking me to be in your play. I really tried my best and I wanted to be really good. I never get picked to be in the school plays and I was nervous I wouldn't get to be in this one, but then you picked me and I tried my best. You were really good and I had a really good time. Thanks for picking me."
Maybe there is something to this. Maybe the past nine weeks have been worth something and leading up to this? I don't know, just a thought.
3 comments:
My psychology degree tells me that kid will have an anxiety disorder when he grows up. It's good you gave him a moment of happiness--he's in for a lifetime of pain.
Aw, that's a great moment! Okay, the title of your journal entry is incredibly disturbing....
But, that's cool that that happened.
On another note: WHAT is that woman wearing, carrying or doing in the graphic of the two parents (apparently) seeing the "School Play Tonite"? Is she carrying a baby? Is she somehow breast feeding the baby-- where's her left hand? Or is it supposed to be like a stole she's wearing or something along that line?
Weird, man!
ah! such vivacious discussion. cattleworks, i don't know what she's doing. i thought it was a baby, but i didn't look closely enough i guess. perhaps it's his left arm in some sort of blanket thing-a-ma-bob?
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