Let me tell you a story about a boy, now this boy was not any ordinary boy. He was special, extraordinary. He could run faster than any person in his village, including the men. He could shoot an arrow with the accuracy of a military trained sharp shooter. Boy was he pretty, just plain gorgeous. With copper color skin, emerald green eyes, shoulder length dark curly hair with natural golden highlights. This boy was the complete package. He was has been reared by grandfather E.J. Since his mother and father died a few months after he was born. Sadly the two had went out on a must needed date. A lovely picnic in the park, when on their return a drunk driver hit them. Both died on impact. As did the driver.
He grandfather made sure every day that his grandson knew without a shadow of a doubt that his parents loved him dearly, and he was greatly cherished. That if they were to be alive today they would surely drown him in their love. His grandfather would do anything for that boy, he knew, everyone in their village knew it.
One day the young boy was walking home from school, skipping and humming some tune he created in his head. When he came across a cat stuck in a tree. Never one to shy away from helping a being in need the young boy place his books on the ground. Took his school shirt off. Knowing that his father would not take too kindly to him ruining anymore of his school clothes. Then he started up that there tree trunk. And boy was it a climb.
The thing about being young and adventurous is you do not always think things through. As the boy kept climbing and climbing and climbing, he realize that this is a huge tree. A whole lot bigger than he had thought. As he glanced down, if you could see his face way up in that there tree you would have seen one frighten boy indeed. A look of pure terror came across his face.
After a few moments had passed that look was replaced with gumption and determination. Yes, that young boy was going to see this to the end. He glanced at that poor tabby kitten meowing his poor life away. Then continue on his journey.
As the boy climb and climb and climb, he never saw me watching him. I was sitting down on a fallen log. Across the street from where he was at that moment. Eating a peanut butter and banana sandwich, enjoying a great book my favorite librarian, Ms. Parker, gave me to read.
As I sat there minding my own business, engross in the pages before my eyes. I heard his voice. For such a young boy it was so clear and distinct. It rather sounded like a man’s voice but just not quite. I never heard anyone sound so sure and confident in just a few words. To my young mind, it was incredible.
So I sat there hiding in the bushes watching this young boy, who could have been no more than a year older than I could. As he made his way up the trunk of that tree, rescue that little tabby kitten by placing the cat into his undershirt then slowing climbing his way back down.
Although I am sure, the cat was grateful when he landed on the soft grass I do not think he truly understand that the boy was there to help it. Needless to say, he scratched the messed out of that boy. The entire time he climbed down that tall tree and never did he say a peep. I could tell that it hurt but he never made a sound. Just climbed down place the kitten on the ground, gave him some of his water he had in his book bag. Then simply kept walking as if nothing had happen.
I knew then that I would marry that boy and I did.