That same day that I went out with my brother and met the EMO mess, I also ran into a guy I didn't date in high school named JR. JR is such a kind soul who is always smiling even when he's telling you something very serious. He's one of those people who have a permanent smile on there faces.
He use to cheat off of me in school, especially Geography, which is my worst subject. We were just talking when some random guy came up to us and said to JR, 'my your woman here looks just like Paula Abdul'...[ugh, I hate when people say that because I don't think I do]... JR says, 'she ain't my woman, she helped me get through high school' then he says to my surprise, 'she had a 72 buick skylark in school, [that was in 86/87] in mint condition, he says.
I was floored this person remember what car I drove~ He had a greater appreciation for that car, much more than I ever did. I didn't realize it was in mint condition because all I could see was the kinda 'minty' color it was on the outside~~~more like ~~Split Pea Soup-Green!!!
All these years I had no idea about the 'gem' I was driving!! I couldn't even tell you if the engine was 'clean' or not, all I saw when I got that car from MY DAD, was the outside--trying to convince myself that 'at least I had a car' and if they made fun of me at school, I would just tell them, at least its mine and not my mommy's or daddy's car... I was the only person in school who had her OWN car.
I learned 2 things from talking to JR that night:
1. It's the inside that counts, not the outside [well I knew that, just re-inforced a bit]
2. Each soul here on earth looks at everthing and everyone differently than the other...
that's what makes life so interesting~
Maybe God is trying to get me to look at my dad in a different way...Lord know's my dad can use the help!
