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03.11.2008 :: 70. E is for Ear

My left ear and it's scar. Where there's a scar, there's always a story. (This is very, very hard for me because I am a long time ear hater from way way back. My goal as an adult was to get my ears operated on. I hate them. And here it is, for all to see. All for a story that starts with an "E")
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I have a cousin named Donald. We called him Donny in our younger days. He was, what we called in the 60's and 70's retarded although no one would dare state those words nowadays. Donny was always the center of attention at the park because he was constantly "playing" football by himself while loudly commentating the game. Most kids gave him attention, which Donny loved but which was masking poking fun at him. I can see that now as an adult.
But this story is not about Donny but his cousin, Elaine, who was also mentally challenged. She was not my cousin but his cousin which did not matter much back then and in a small town. She was my cousin too. Elaine had brown hair that was always in 2 braids and thick glasses magnifying her eyes which gave birth to her "nickname" with the kids. Grasshopper. I never called her that. Truth be told, I thought she was adorable especially with her bug eyes. While I never went out of my way to be nice to her, I never, ever was mean to her or Donny. They were my family. But I did not advertise as such.
One cold December day as I was walking home from school, I noticed a circle of kids ahead. They were the kids that scared me a little. They picked on people and were mean. My best friend Debbie and I referred to them as "naughty". As I neared the group I noticed that they had surrounded someone and were taunting and teasing. I then noticed it was Elaine. They circled her and were all laughing and screaming out "GRASSHOPPER", taking her hat and her mittens. It was awful. I was torn up inside watching them tease her so. She was so upset. Her glasses had slid to the tip of her nose and she was crying and yelling at them. I wanted to be brave enough to go stop them. But I was not.
I turned around and went home the other way. I did not tell anyone, even though I should have.
That night, The Grinch that Stole Christmas was on tv. As it was starting, I ran across the dining room with my Mother yelling out to me not to run, that I would hurt myself and not to come crying to her when I did! As usual, I did not listen, I wanted to see that show!
My feet slipped out from under me and I fell, crashing my ear into the big buffet that had been my grandmother's and that I hated because I saw no use for except that I had to dust it every Saturday. The blood flowed from the top of my ear. My mother yelled at me again, because of course, I did go crying to her.
She brought me to the hospital to get stitches. As we waited, the blood soaked towel on my head getting more and more saturated a Nurse came out and told us that there would be a long wait. A girl had been brought in a while before with a horrible broken kneecap, caused by kids kicking her. I went cold. As we glanced to the treatment rooms, I saw Elaine's mother crying in the hall and I heard Elaine's screams of pain.
Elaine ended up having a full leg cast that night. I ended up with 7 stitches in my ear. And a horrible, hurting feeling in my heart. I had let Elaine down that day.
It wouldn't happen again.
I wear that scar on my ear as one of the most painful lessons I have learned. Don't turn away when others need me. Don't walk away and say nothing. Because my silence made me realize that I was just as guilty as if I had kicked her myself.
Posted by Sandy on 03.11.2008 AT 05:12 PM
Comments
I can only imagine how your experience shaped your own children, eventually. They truly benefit from your difficult lesson. I'll bet they've heard that story, or a version of it, many times.
Posted by: Alarming Female on 03.13.2008 AT 12:35 PM
Wow! Thank you Sandy for sharing such a powerful story. I remember those bullies from my childhood although I can't remember them being quite so violent. It's scary how mean kids can be and I get sick thinking that my daughter may have to face the sort of stuff we went through when we were young.
You shared a very valuable lesson that is wise for all of us to always remember!
Posted by: Lisa on 03.13.2008 AT 12:34 PM
What an awful burden to have carried so long. A very sobering lesson indeed. I'm glad you let it out, both for the reminder to all of us to watch each other's backs, and for the release I hope it gave you.
Posted by: Chris on 03.13.2008 AT 07:44 AM
Thanks for sharing such a hard memory - it's a good reminder for all of us to be kinder to one another - even as adults.
Posted by: Heather on 03.12.2008 AT 11:51 PM
how brave of you to share. It is amazing how cruel kids can be to each other especially those who are different. It was a very hard lesson for you to learn but it is also important that you never forgot it. O bet many actions throughout your life have been shaped by having learned this lesson at such a young age and in such a painful way.
Posted by: Karen on 03.12.2008 AT 08:24 PM
That is an incredible story. I'm not sure what I would have done as a child. It takes a very strong person to "do the right thing". {{{HUGS}}}
Posted by: Liz on 03.12.2008 AT 07:48 PM
Sandy, what a horrible thing to witness. I wonder what my kids would do in a situation like that- it's easy as an adult to tell them what they *should* do, but as a scared, little girl....much, much harder. When you remember that experience, try not to be too hard on that little girl from way back- she did turn out to be a wonderful grown woman who has done lots of good in her grown up life. :)
Posted by: Annie on 03.12.2008 AT 07:11 PM
Wow, Sandy. What a thing to have carried with you all these years. You have to remember you were just a child. I'd feel the same way though so I understand.
Posted by: Jean on 03.12.2008 AT 06:29 PM
I really admire that you were able to tell us this story. As a naturally kindhearted and empathetic person, that must have been an even more difficult day for you than words on a page can suggest...
Posted by: Beth S. on 03.12.2008 AT 03:20 PM
Oh my word.... Thank you for sharing such a heart-wrenching story. So many lessons in memories.
Posted by: Beebs on 03.12.2008 AT 01:02 PM
Thanks for the reminder.
Posted by: claudia on 03.12.2008 AT 11:59 AM
oh, Sandy. It sucked being the brunt of the mean kids taunts. I know the feeling, too.
Big, big hugs for you. Thanks for sharing this ... it did, indeed, bring tears to my eyes.
Jen
Posted by: Jennifer on 03.12.2008 AT 11:16 AM
Oh Sandy, ((hugs)) that's all I can say. Thanks for sharing.
Posted by: Tracey on 03.12.2008 AT 08:52 AM
Big hugs, honey. What a beautiful, moving story. Sad to say, we've all been there as kids.
I just love you.
xoxoxo
Posted by: Kim on 03.12.2008 AT 08:45 AM
Sandy, thanks for sharing such a well told story. If I could absolve you of your guilt, I'd do it in a heartbeat, and shift the blame to the parents who somehow taught those other children that their behavior was acceptable. The shame belongs on them.
Posted by: Amy on 03.12.2008 AT 08:23 AM
Awww, honey, I'm crying! What a painful way to learn a lesson. I knew "those" kids, too, and they were scary - not to be trifled with. Thank you so much for sharing. We love you!
Posted by: Nora on 03.12.2008 AT 06:44 AM
Sandy, thank you for sharing your "
e" story with us.
Posted by: Angie on 03.11.2008 AT 09:40 PM
That is a sad and meaningful story. It really does show that karma is a powerful thing. I am sure that was a hard lesson to learn at such a young age.
Posted by: Heather on 03.11.2008 AT 09:19 PM
wow.
Posted by: maryse on 03.11.2008 AT 08:46 PM
Wow, Sandy. Wow. I admire you for sharing such a moving and powerful story. You are an amazing woman because of that story... learning and growing, never forgetting, sharing. Thank you.
Posted by: Vicki on 03.11.2008 AT 08:18 PM
Moved to tears. So sweet of you to share.
Posted by: Melissa on 03.11.2008 AT 07:06 PM
A very moving and powerful story. Thank you so much for sharing. And may Elaine be living a wonderful life, wherever she is.
Posted by: April on 03.11.2008 AT 06:52 PM
Wow, San. You put a choke in my throat. I know how these things NEVER.STOP.HURTING, and we will go a long time, maybe, not thinking about them, and then remember them, what 30 years later? and still feel the heat in our cheeks and the lump in our throats. Powerful stuff.
I wonder if this is "Sharing Week." I have run out of things to blog, and I was thinking of sharing the beginnings of a short story I started years ago. I'm going to go see if I can find it. I know that it was lost when my hard drive crashed, but hopefully I have it backed up or typed somewhere. You've given me the courage with this story, I want you to know. XO
Posted by: Norma on 03.11.2008 AT 06:43 PM
Sandy, you've left me lost for words. You are a complete and utter sweetheart, seriously. I know the story hurts your heart, but thank you so much for telling it.
Posted by: Donna on 03.11.2008 AT 06:35 PM
Thank you for sharing this story. Many of us have haunting dramas from our past coming to us throughout life. At least you learned the lesson the story had to tell, many people do not.
Posted by: margene on 03.11.2008 AT 06:33 PM
Wow, Sandy; what a powerful story. It hurt to read it, and I know it hurt to write and relive it. Thank you, though, for sharing.
And how terrible that those bullies actually broke her kneecap. I don't remember playground bullying going beyond pushing in my neighborhood. That was a pack of animals there. Don't take their guilt on you; yes, accept responsibility as you've so frankly & publicly done, for the looking away that we've all done too (usually without being confronted with any consequences of our [in]action as you were) but not for *their* brutal actions.
Tears here for both of you.
Posted by: Cathy-Cate on 03.11.2008 AT 06:23 PM
What a powerful E. Thank you for sharing it with us, Sandy. ♥
Posted by: Cookie on 03.11.2008 AT 06:02 PM
I'm a little at a loss for words. I want to tell you that this story brought tears to my eyes. Your poignant telling of it was spot on. I could picture every scene and feel the emotion all around. A lesson learned, but probably not a memory that is easy to live with, no matter how long you live. We all have such moments and your sharing brings them back. I think too, because we are about the same age, that I can see it all and remember the same kids. This is a great post.
Posted by: Teresa C on 03.11.2008 AT 05:58 PM
Oh, Sandy, what a hard lesson to learn! Kids can be so mean to each other, but that level of violence? Who would have expected that?
And, I agree. It was brave of you to post this story!
Posted by: --Deb on 03.11.2008 AT 05:52 PM
Wow, Sandy. I admire your honesty in telling the story. It's a powerful one.
Posted by: Carole on 03.11.2008 AT 05:42 PM
Thanks for sharing a life-altering lesson. It must have been hard to deal with then and it must be a hard story to tell now. You were brave to put it out there for us.
Posted by: Doris on 03.11.2008 AT 05:31 PM
Truly a very moving "E" story ~ Thank you so much for sharing a lesson that I personally need to be reminded of occasionally.
Posted by: Bonny on 03.11.2008 AT 05:31 PM
I second Terry's sentiments. We have all at some point in our childhoods been guilty by association or inaction of some form. It never really leaves us and gnaws at us as we age. Thanks for telling your story.
Posted by: Manise on 03.14.2008 AT 06:56 AM