Excuses, excuses, blah blah blah. I’ve neglected this blog, and I will offer little explanation.
Monkey and I were in Queens for medical treatment a few weeks ago. As we were crossing the parking lot at the medical center, a driver who had to stop started beeping at us to hurry. Yes, you read that correctly – some A – hole actually beeped at my physically disabled little boy because he wasn’t able to walk fast enough. Said A – Hole could tell my child has a disability, but decided it would be acceptable to terrify and humiliate a little boy in an effort to get to his destination just a few seconds sooner. Now, I have learned since having Monkey to be a calm, patient person. It’s either that or be led away in a straight jacket when your kid has a stroke. The mother lion instinct, however, knows no bounds. Daggers practically shot out of my eyes, a few choice words spewed from my mouth, and it took all I had in me not to reach through A – Hole’s window to give him a few knuckles to the forehead. He rolled down his window in a feeble effort, I suppose, to save face. He glared back and barked, a bit of a stammer in his voice, something about not caring that my kid is sorta, kinda paralyzed, he shouldn’t be holding up drivers. You know, I should just keep my son locked in a basement without necessary medical treatment to avoid inconveniencing others, right?
By that time, I had safely moved Monkey the whole ten feet to the other side of the lot, and he settled himself on a bench. It was then that I said something really shouldn’t have said within his earshot, but for which I refuse to be sorry:
“If you ever so much as look at my son the wrong way, I will kill you. Do you hear me? I will hunt you down and kill you.”
If you have a child who is a more defenseless than most and who has been treated with abuse because of it, you understand. If you do not, please spare me the judgment.
A – Hole actually looked like he may have needed to change his pants when he rolled up his window and sped away. I have never said such a thing to another human being, but I will consider my mission complete if I at least scared the guy enough to treat people who may not be capable of moving fast enough for his liking with more respect.
Meanwhile, my darling boy, my flesh, blood, heart, and soul, had tears running down his face. He asked me what he was supposed to do when A – Hole beeped at him, as he was doing the best he could. It was all I could do to dry his tears and promise to always protect him from A – holes who mistreat him as I tried to choke back a few tears of my own.
Does that man have any children of his own? Does he have a loved one with a disability? Does he have any idea what it’s like to watch his baby struggle to do things that others take for granted? Has he ever had to watch in horror as his defenseless loved one was abused by an uncaring stranger? I know the answer is a resounding no, or else the incident wouldn’t have occurred in the first place. I’d like to wish the guy a mile – long walk in Monkey’s shoes, but I can’t. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone. Although it will be a very long time before I forgive him, I simply cannot wish for him to go through the hell that Monkey and I have experienced over the course of the past seven years.
There’s nothing we can do to control the hand we’ve been dealt, so we move on. Arrivederci, all.