DOES THE COLOR OF LEBRON JAMES MASK REALLY MATTER?
Throughout the circus that is that foolishness surrounding the color of Lebron James mask, it made me think about my past...
Over 15 years ago, I wore various colored band aids atop my right shoulder. I tried my best to match each one with the color of my tank top. People would ask me, "Do you have one to match every outfit that you have?" Others stated, "You aren't making a fashion statement, you know." Some days later, I stopped wearing them. It wasn't a result of what anyone had said but it was because I no longer needed to wear them. I had reached a point in which the leakage from an injury on my shoulder had ceased.
Unknown to others, I would forever have a jagged scars on my shoulder which were left behind from a 4 inch deep cut on my shoulder. It was at least that deep. The cut surely met the white meat. The scar is still visible until this day as it will be until I die. You see, my matching band aids were there to defer people away from conversations about my accident. It was a way to have fun throughout a matter that had struck my self esteem.
This is a short blog, yet a real reminder that we never know a person's story or the reasons they do things unless we ask them. Think first then speak.
Over 15 years ago, I wore various colored band aids atop my right shoulder. I tried my best to match each one with the color of my tank top. People would ask me, "Do you have one to match every outfit that you have?" Others stated, "You aren't making a fashion statement, you know." Some days later, I stopped wearing them. It wasn't a result of what anyone had said but it was because I no longer needed to wear them. I had reached a point in which the leakage from an injury on my shoulder had ceased.
Unknown to others, I would forever have a jagged scars on my shoulder which were left behind from a 4 inch deep cut on my shoulder. It was at least that deep. The cut surely met the white meat. The scar is still visible until this day as it will be until I die. You see, my matching band aids were there to defer people away from conversations about my accident. It was a way to have fun throughout a matter that had struck my self esteem.
This is a short blog, yet a real reminder that we never know a person's story or the reasons they do things unless we ask them. Think first then speak.