If it looks like a duck, walks like a duck, and quacks like a duck, why would I think it was a cow?
I recently had to take a young lady to court. She was facing some rather serious charges and a review of her family case. When I arrived at the dorm to pick her up she was wearing basketball shorts and a ribbed tank.
“Really? That’s what you’re going to wear?” I asked.
“Yeah.” She replied
“For court?” I was wondering why she thought that was a good idea.
“Yeah, my judge doesn’t care.”
I just stared for a minute. “Go change. I’m not taking you like that.”
Now this particular young lady, likes me and went off to change and wore something that met with my approval, but so many would not have, and moreover, I see young people in court rooms all over my state dressed inappropriately for convincing judges that they aren’t really criminals. I mean really, if you show up for court dressed like you don’t care, or like a thug, what do you suppose a judge is going to think?
I’d like to say that it’s just the kids I work with who have zero respect for authority, yet I’m pretty sure it’s an epidemic. The kids in my neighborhood are walking around with their sagging pants and cursing loud enough that I can hear them from a block away. It bothers me a little. When I was that age, I was no angel. I try to remember that I wandered aimlessly around the neighborhood too. Chatting with my friends, being too loud, or even downright ridiculous. Yet when the forty-year old woman, sitting on her porch stared me down, I watched my language because I just knew she might tell my mom, and then I’d be in trouble.
No such fear from these kids. They look right at me when they cuss, as if daring me to say something. Okay, fine. I get it. Attention seeking through defiance. So I say nothing. Not one word. It’s just kids being kids, right?
Eventually, construction started right behind my house. An empty lot finally sold and the new house was being built. The workers had a Port-A-Potty set up on the property for their own use. Makes sense. Someone set it on fire. Not once, but twice. The first time it was sitting right under my tree. What if that had caught fire? Can you imagine the damage? This is not the only act of vandalism that has occurred on the property, but arson does seem to me to be the most serious.
So now, I wonder. When those same kids walk by, I have to wonder who set the fire. They look like thugs, they walk like thugs, they even talk like thugs. I guess they must be scholars.
🙂 But because I prefer to leave on a positive note, I will end with a quote.
“Don’t be afraid of small trials. Trees which have been pruned are the finest. Be strong in soul, and generous of heart.”
St. Mary Euphrasia, Conferences, p.425