It is true that when we interact with other human beings, a small part of our character is affected and shaped by that meeting. Some people leave a profound impact, like craters on the surface of the moon, which aren’t easily removed or forgotten. Some people don’t seem to even register, but they all leave something.
Parenting a child is probably the most important job we are called to do and though we stumble through, most kids seem to survive our mistakes and make it into adulthood.
But what of the kids that don’t have the guiding and sometimes fumbling handprint of a loving parent? Worse still, what if that hand print becomes a red mark imprinted across the child’s face? What of stolen innocence and broken trust?
Dayana (not her real name) came to live with the editor and me at age fourteen. As most parents know, this is a wonderful age to parent children. Especially so, with profoundly damaged kids.
Dayana was a pretty and slightly built, white Polynesian girl, charismatic and very manipulative. Her mother was dark and her father was British. In the eight months Dayana stayed in our home, she impacted our lives like an asteroid on a self destructive path, hurtling toward the surface of the moon.
Looking for a place to crash and burn, an asteroid of this charismatic magnetism, drags along every other body with it and slams head long into an impenetrable wall. The carnage is unbelievable.
We still carry the craters and to a lesser extent, the victories in our hearts.
Before she left, we knew the drug squad, local police detectives and missing persons by name. The school principal was a regular stopover and the guidance officer was on speed dial. Often, police officers on patrol would stop into our home for a coffee and a chat.
Things really fell apart when Dayana disappeared and I spent a whole night looking for her, coming in contact with some of the local criminal folk… another story for another time.
When I look back and know that Dayana is married and has kids of her own now, I wonder what sort of impact we had on our little asteroid. It is for sure that we did have an impact.
Aunt Tabbie’s Wings is a heart warming story written from a conglomerate of many true life accounts of the kids we have interacted – and sometimes lived – with. The names are different, but the basic theme running through their lives is the same.
Take time to have a read and share some of their lives. You won’t be disappointed.
Released: 7 July 2014
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