Surprise Attack

Several years ago, I decided to take a long weekend trip to San Diego.  I really wanted to go to SeaWorld and the zoo.  I love animals and thought that this would be a fun getaway.  My mini-vacation was joyful and going really well until an odd occurrence happened at SeaWorld.  After walking around the park for a while and playing with the penguins and sea creatures, I decided to go to the arena and see the dog show.  The bleachers were packed with people cheering, clapping, and laughing as intelligent, beautiful dogs jumped through hoops and raced around the colorful stage.

When the show ended, I stood up and joined the crowd of people moving towards the exit of the arena.  Because there were so many people and only one narrow exit, the audience became somewhat bottlenecked as we tried to leave.  I just kept staring straight ahead as I shuffled along in small steps with the rest of the crowd.  When I was about four feet away from the exit, the throng came to a sudden stop.  I stood in the middle of the crowd, staring straight ahead and keeping surprisingly patient.  I guess I was just in a great mood after seeing the amazing dogs.  I just love dogs.  I think they are so…

HEY, WHAT WAS THAT?

To my surprise, I suddenly felt something smack against the back of my head.  Though I was shocked, I choose to ignore the situation.  The hit didn’t hurt me.  Besides, I just figured that since I was in such a large crowd of people accidents were bound to happen.  People were going to stumble over each other.  Bodies were going to collide together.  People were going to get hit on the back of the head.  These were just accidents; nothing was intended.  Just let it go.  I didn’t show any reaction at all.  I was sure the smack was just an awkward mishap.  I just took a deep breath and continued scuffling forward with the rest of the crowd.

BUT THEN SOMEONE HIT ME AGAIN!

This time the smack was a little harder but otherwise it was the same as before.  A quick sharp whack swooped across the top of my head.  Accident, just an accident, I told myself again, though I could feel my face beginning to beat red and my hands curl into fists.  Except for sweeping my hand over the top of my head to make sure there were no foreign articles tangled in my hair, I choose to ignore the sudden, surprising contact.  I kept my eyes focused on the exit and sighed deeply as the crowd surged forward once more.

BUT THEN I WAS HIT A THIRD TIME!  A THIRD TIME!  I couldn’t believe it!

For the third time, something or someone smacked me directly on top of the head.  Now, I was MAD!  This was no accident.  Someone was hitting me purposely.  This was intentional!  Why?  Situations teased through my mind.  Maybe I had a bug in my hair someone was trying to remove for me.  Maybe there were bees around and someone was trying to swat them away.  What if someone behind me thought I wasn’t moving quickly enough and was trying to force me to walk faster?  This was mean!  This was cruel!  Why would anyone think he or she had the right to put his or her hands on me for any reason, especially to hit me?  I just wanted to have a good time, and I didn’t want to argue with anyone.  I had been trying to avoid a confrontation, but now I felt like I had no choice.  I would have to deal with the situation or be beaten absolutely senseless before I made it to the exit.

A quick small slap suddenly landed on the side of my head as I spun around to face my assailant.  I turned and came face to face with…a baby!  A BABY!?  Oh, my goodness, the child couldn’t have been more than a year old.  She had bright, sparkly, clear, brown eyes, beautiful pure skin, and dark hair that was hanging down in chunky spikes all over her head.  Some of her thick hair was  tied with a red ribbon into a poofy little sprout that shot straight up and then over on all sides as if the baby had a miniature little chocolate fountain on the top of her head.  She was dressed in a ruffly, little, pink sunsuit.  I have never been assaulted by anyone wearing a cute sunsuit and red ribbons before.

I was shocked to see that my abuser, my tormentor, my adversary was about twenty inches tall and weighed approximately nineteen pounds.  This was not at all what I had expected, especially when the child smiled a big, three-toothed, gummy grin as I stared into her tiny adorable face.  Now, the baby was all excited.  “Hi, Hi, Hi!” she started shouting to me as she waved her little hands frantically.  I stared at the child and watched as her tall, attractive, sun-glassed father tried to hang on to her with his right arm and hold the child’s hands down with his left.  “I’m so sorry,” he whispered to me as the baby continued her chatter of “HiHiHiHiHi!”  “I really tried to make her stop hitting you,” the father was saying.  “She just really wanted to meet you.  I think she just likes your red hair.”

I told the baby hello and reached out for one of her little hands.  I shook the baby’s hand and said Hello back to her and then introduced myself.  I couldn’t stop laughing.  I had been getting angry over what I had assumed was an assault, an insult, rude behavior, hatefulness…and my hater was  actually a baby who just  wanted to say hello.  I walked with the baby and her father until we finally reached the exit and then went our separate ways.

I thought about the situation as I continued walking through the park and watching all of the animals.  I couldn’t stop smiling.  It’s funny how we judge situations before realizing what’s really happening.  How many times in my life have I been angry?  How many times have I gone off on tangents and raged over situations that turned out to be completely different from what I had imagined?  My reality is usually so different from any of my pre-conceived or conditioned viewpoints?  So funny that the times I have been so upset have usually proven to be nothing at all.  How many times have I worried, stressed, and been angry over situations that turned out to be to my advantage?  Lessons to be learned or good things coming my way.  Because sometimes what we fear or what we believe to be a threat is really nothing more than a blessing, a message, or a baby who just wants to say Hi!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Valentine’s Day

Due to family obligations and work situations, a good friend and I had not had the opportunity to connect for a few months.  Last Wednesday, I sent her a text message.  I asked if she would be free to have lunch together soon and catch up on our lives.  My friend, Olga, answered me by texting that she was free on Saturday.  I excitedly let her know that Saturday would work for me as well.

The next day, Thursday, however, I suddenly realized that Saturday was Valentine’s Day.  I had completely forgotten about the holiday and wondered if my friend would have plans with her family.  I sent her another text message to remind her about the holiday.  Would Saturday still work for her?  Olga quickly answered back.  Yes, Saturday was still good.  She had no other plans.  Is Saturday good for me?  Yes…unfortunately….I had no other plans for Valentine’s Day either.

So I woke up early and went to the gym.  After my workout, I showered and quickly got dressed for the lunch appointment.  On the way to my friend’s house, I impulsively decided to stop by Wal-mart to grab a few small Valentine’s for her children.  I picked up small heart-shaped boxes of chocolates and sticker books for both of Olga’s little daughters, Jolie and Valkyrie.  Before I got to the register, though, I thought about the fact that Olga usually had several of her nieces and nephews staying at her home.  Since this was a holiday, I would feel awful giving to Olga’s two daughters and leaving the other little kids out.  I quickly tried to add up in my head how many nieces and nephews Olga had.  I quickly grabbed several more candy boxes, sticker books, and boxes of Transformer trading cards.  I paid for the items and then ran out to my car.  I drove over to my friend’s house.

I parked in front of Olga’s house, grabbed the Wal-mart bag, and climbed out of the car.  I walked up to the front door.  Before I could knock, though, the door opened and Olga’s sister, Lucy, stepped outside.  We shared a quick hug before I walked inside the house.  Lucy’s little daughter, Jay, was waiting inside the door.  The child suddenly threw her arms around my legs and gave me a deep hug.  I was surprised that she remembered me.  It had been several months since she had seen me.  I pulled out a candy box and a sticker book and handed it to her.  “Happy Valentine’s Day!” I told her.  Jay shrieked with excitement, grabbed the items, and ran down the hallway to the back bedroom waving the book and candy box over her head.

“Say thank you,” Lucy was screaming out to the little girl.

At the end of the hallway, Jay stopped and turned around to look at me.  “Thank you,” she squealed before turning and running through the far right door.

“Go on,” Lucy told me.  “Everyone is in the back bedroom.”

I walked down the hallway and entered the same doorway Jay had disappeared through a few seconds before.  Jay stood by a small table showing three other small children the treasures she had just received.  The children looked away from their coloring books and stared at the heart-shaped box of candy that Jay held out to them.  I didn’t want the other children to think I forgot about them, so I quickly pulled out of the bag the other boxes of candy, books, and trading cards.  I was surprised how thrilled the little kids were with these simple treasures.  They excitedly hugged the heart shaped boxes to their chests and giggled delightedly!  And they wouldn’t stop climbing on me!  They held my hands and wrapped their small arms around me for hugs and kisses.

After a few minutes, Olga was ready to leave.  I handed the Wal-mart bag to Lucy and let her know that the rest of the candy and sticker books were for the other small nieces and nephews who were not present at the time.  Olga and I left the house then and went out to a local Chinese restaurant.  We spent the next three hours sitting together, talking, crying laughing, sharing.  The whole experience was a reconnection of our friendship.  A beautiful 10-year friendship that is as fresh and clean today as it was when we had first meet in 2004.  My friend and I have been through a lot together.  Relationships, marriages, breakups, pregnancies, children, moves, job changes, emergency room visits, spiritual awakenings, deaths.  Though a few months can go by before we see each other again, I have never doubted her friendship and kindness.  After 3 hours, we left the restaurant and headed back to her house.

I walked with Olga up to the front door of her home.  The door opened and Jay pulled into the living room.  I stood in the kitchen and played with the kids.  I laughed with Olga’s children, Jolie and Val.  I held hands and teased with her nephew, Junior.  I watched Lucy’s small baby, Javin, stumble across the living room while he laughed uproariously.  I watched Jay perform endless tumbling routines around the house.

Finally, I told Olga and Lucy I needed to head back home.  Jay responded by wrapping her arms around my legs as I tried to walk to the door.  “I don’t want you to go,” she whispered as she held tightly to my legs.  She turned her head back to look at her mother.  “I don’t want her to go.  Her has to stay.  I want her to stay.”

“No,” Lucy told her.  “Jamie has to leave now.”

“I go home with her,” Jay stated.

I laughed then.  “Oh, I don’t think you want to come home with me,” I told her as I bent down to give her a hug.  “You don’t want to come home with me.  I’ll make you do the dishes and clean the bathroom.  You’ll have to do the laundry.”

“I’ll do it!  I’ll do it!”  Jay screamed as she jumped up and down excitedly.

“Oh, she will do it,” her mother laughs.  “She tries to do half the housework around here.”  Oh, so I guess that threat wasn’t going to work with Jay.  It usually keeps me away from home.

I laughed then and watched as the children continued to run and dance through the house, all of them holding the small, heart-shaped candy boxes.  After a while, I told Olga I needed to head home.  Before I was able to make it to the door, I was buried underneath a flurry of little bodies all hugging and kissing and screaming for me.  I hugged each of the children good-bye before I was finally being able to step outside of the house.  I walk over to my car, climbed in, and headed for home.  As I drove along Ramon Road, I thought of the stories, secrets, and emotions my friend and I had shared at lunch.  I thought about dancing and playing with all of the beautiful children.  I was amazed that simple heart-shaped boxes of chocolate could create so much excitement.  I suddenly realized then that I had just had one of the best Valentine’s Days of my life.