The Weak In Review

Waiting in line at a drug store, I saw a mother hit her four year-old so hard I thought his head would come off. Before I could react, a man did, letting her have it with both barrels. The kid cried for a quick second, stopping as if he instinctively knew, it would make his mom look that much worse.

She then started to cry herself causing the man, to his credit, to have compassion rather than contempt. She was young and obviously overwhelmed, no excuse, but that’s what happens when children have children.

Later on, when walking from east to west, I hear a screechy, offensive voice in the distance. It was a middle-aged woman dressed very much like me…jeans, sneakers, a Barbour jacket…attempting to train her chocolate Labrador puppy. The harshness in her voice stopped me in my tracks.

Tact, I muttered to myself when I made up my mind to approach her. She clearly didn’t know how to talk to an animal.

Now I’m no dog whisperer, but I do know any command needs to be laced in love.

“Excuse me,” I said cautiously, “that’s a real cute puppy you have there.”

She gave me a big, proud smile, so I knew she had no clue how mean she sounded. Either someone told her to train her dog that way, or she got it from a book…but she needed some four-legged tweaking in a hurry.

I decided to just cut to the chase.

“Please don’t get mad at me…but I need to tell you something.” She came closer. “You sound as if you hate the dog, when I know you don’t.” I watched her smile disappear like the sun behind a cloud.

“What do you mean?” she said, shocked.

“I know you’re trying to train him…her?”

“Him, his name’s Milo.”

“But I think maybe you need to be more gentle with Milo, when you do.”

“But then he won’t listen.”

“Yeah he will. I think it’s more hitting the last letter of the word….sit-ttt…stay-yyy…and the tone is important so he knows, even though it’s a command, you love him as you’re commanding.” (who was I channeling, Timmy and Lassie?)

“But I was doing that,” she said, confused.

“Yeah, but you sound like you’re mad at him. Trust me, it made me stop.”

“I’m not mad at him, I love him. I waited forever to adopt a puppy…he came from a mill that was shut down in Tennessee.” Oh my God…she rescued him….now I felt like a schmuck, but smartly kept it to myself.

“I think it’s great you didn’t buy him from a breeder. It’s admirable. But love is the  answer.”

Isn’t that true across the board?’

I left her taking to Milo like he was a guy she had the hots for, so my intrusion wasn’t in vain. Did Milo just wink at me, or was it the Bloody Mary I had earlier?

The next day, I encountered a bunch of kids at a hot dog stand. I was sitting on a bench  watching them all buy food except for one kid. I pointed this out to a woman sitting next to me who said, “Maybe he’s not hungry.” But what kid, especially when he’s with his friends, isn’t hungry?

I asked one of them were they on some kind of team, and he said, they were. They just didn’t have uniforms yet. I inched my way over to the kid not eating and said, “Are you the only smart one not having a hot dog?” He shrugged without answering. Okay, he didn’t get my humor…he was all of twelve, so I tried another approach.

“If I get one, will you have half?” This piqued his interest.

“Why?” he said, scratching under his arm.

“I only want a little bit…I don’t eat meat all that often but that delicious smell is getting to me.” (such a lie)

“Alright,” he said, which actually surprised me. These were inner city kids and my guess is, he didn’t have the money to get a hot dog. My heart, already stitched in a thousand places, split a seam. So I got one, took a tiny bit, and gave the rest to him.

“Are you sure that’s all you want?” he said, sweetly concerned.

“Yeah, thanks for doing me the favor,” hoping he didn’t see me roll it in a napkin.

No one noticed, except the vendor, that I paid with the last of my Jefferson two dollar bills. Things are tough at the Bank of Bianchi…   images

but anything for a kid.

SB

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About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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22 Responses to The Weak In Review

  1. micklively says:

    Clever title and I love the stories.
    I don’t think I understand the two dollar bill thing. I’m guessing there’s no such thing?

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    • There is…they’re just not in current circulation. You can get one though at most banks…I had a bunch of them stuck in all my books about him and his fellow founders, but whenever I needed a coupla bucks, I’d spend one. Now I’m out. Have to restock. They’re lovely bills by the way.

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  2. skinnyuz2b says:

    Susannah, you did the hot dog thing exactly right. I don’t think I would have thought of that. The kid saved face. Yay for you!

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    • One of my biggest regrets Skinny is not having a kid…so when I see one, I can’t help paying attention. He was so cute, all arms and legs tossing a ball in the air. Old Tom Jefferson would have been happy to spend his last 2 bucks on him.

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  3. katecrimmins says:

    Your kind heart did it again! What wonderful stories to start the weekend.

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  4. Well done Susannah….well done indeed!

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  5. You’re quite an angel, Susannah. I love reading your posts. 🙂

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  6. Patricia says:

    You have a big heart. I wouldn’t have thought of “sharing” a hot dog with the kid.

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    • You might of…you never know what you’d do impromptu if you will…sometimes we’re just the channel at that given moment. Here’s a theory you’ll appreciate: in the course of our day we’re given divine assignments. It could be helping the elderly across the street, or paying someone a much needed compliment, or even something bigger. We can either ignore it when it happens, or comply. That young boy needed a dog…just so happens in a bun.

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  7. Elle Knowles says:

    There should be more like you in the world! A little spending money
    in the pocket is sometimes hard to come by.

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    • That’s a nice thing to say, but I have holes, believe me…I am always aware of kids, since my childhood was so dismal. It’s also that sharpened sense thing that happens when you grow up in an alcoholic home. Nothing gets by you.

      I really like this photo of you… three quarters is always such a nice angle. Hope all is well in Elle’s world 🙂

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  8. manty67 says:

    Ah how sweet, I’m sure that little chap will remember your kindness 🙂 you are the guardian angel of all things small 🙂 lucky children and animals x

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