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Tuesday, April 3, 2007

A lesson for the child the goatman is keeping from the little filly

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

Dear Miss Hannah

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Yesterday I gave away a pink flower, a pink sash, and a light green and white scarf to a man in our neighborhood. He dresses like a woman, and so out of respect for his belief it is right to refer to him as, “her” to honor the way he identifies with himself from the inside out. This is called “meeting someone where they are”. It is something that social workers do, it is something that I learned in school, to honor people for who they are from the inside out and to meet them exactly where they are in life. I have seen this person around the new downtown campus of ASU a lot walking around in dresses, and have tried a few times to have a conversation but she is not very friendly. She yelled at me to leave her alone when I gave her the flower and the scarf, and the sash- but I just laid it down on the bench and told her it was for her- then I walked away.

Maybe, her life will be better knowing that she was cared about by another person, I hope so. She seems so alone so isolated from the world, and everyone at my school scoffs and makes jokes about her as they walk by. She likes the downtown campus area and frequents the campus, but the kids are mean to her sometimes, and say horrible things as they walk by. It makes me very sad to see someone so alone in the world, and I wish that there was more that I could do. I look forward to seeing her walking around with that bright pink sash, or even the green and white one, because it will be evidence that she picked it up off the bench, and that will prove to me that she accepted my hand of friendship.

Not all people want to be your friend dear daughter, but the people who need a friend most in the world are those who tell you to go away. Enter those friendships with care and caution, and enter them with Gods love in your heart. Remember that God would have us love everyone as he has loved us, and that He has put us here together on earth to enjoy the company of one another and learn from one another. We are all on a journey, that is special, and when we follow our hearts, that journey leads us to moments where Gods work can be done. There is no time for judgment here on earth dear daughter that is the work of our father; our job is to love one another as He has loved us.

Many people are sad and alone in world Hannah, but you are dearly loved- you are loved from the moon, and back to the stars, and all around the Earth and back to the sands of Mexico then over to the Moon again, then the signal bounces off of a NASA satellite and it is sent over to Mars it orbits the Earth twenty times then lands on your front door in the form of this little letter.

Very much love from your mother,

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