I Think My Grandmother Saved My Life.
Posted by MichaelJun 26
This the last installment from last Sunday’s writing workshop.
During this assignment, Bonnie asked us to make contact with a young part of us during a time that we felt a yearning to make a connection with someone that either was met or not met.
I immediately saw me at six years old. “What would you like for dinner,” My grandmother asked. I felt really confused because no one had ever asked me this question before. She said, “You get to make the menu. You can have anything you want while you’re visiting. “ I felt special. I had a sense of being important to someone for the first time.
Minute steak, fried chicken, wheel potatoes, pinto beans and cornbread and good old turnip greens were all part of the menu for the next several days. No English peace, no green beans. I loved it!
In my house the menu was rigidly planned at the beginning of the week with no substitutes allowed. I was never asked about what I wanted yet was made to eat the English peas and green beans that did not taste good to me at all. I hated it!
It was rough growing up in my house . Fear and shame were the feelings I remember the most.
I think my grandmother may have saved my life.
She gave me hope. She told me that I was a good boy and God loved me very much. I believed her. She would listen to my hurt and lovingly wipe the tears from my eyes and hers.
I recall us attending church on my last day of this first visit with her. The preacher quoted a scripture from the bible, Romans 3:23, I believe, ”For all have sinned and come short him of the glory of god. This really confused me. I couldn’t believe it what I was hearing.
Then I just figured God hadn’t met my grandmother yet.
Mikey
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