So I lost all my thug today when I was at Starbucks. For all of you not in-the-know or old folk not hip to the slang, losing all your thug means you were softened by something for a moment, emotional.
So this guy was in line ahead of me, and the barista was telling the guy's daughter that she was pretty. The little girl was 7, maybe 8. The girl's "father", ended up telling the following story [paraphrased].
The girl's biological father was diagnosed with cancer, and proposed to the girl's biological mother because he wanted to be married and have a child before he passed away. He ended up dying after the marriage and before the birth of his child.
*sidebar* Thug was already gone at that point.
The mother gave birth to a healthy daughter, but died in labor.
*sidebar* Any remaining thug was absent at this point.
So this guy (her uncle, the mother's brother) took the little one in when both sets of grandparents suggested giving her up for adoption. This guy was 19 at the time, and stepped up to the plate when nobody else would.
*sidebar* Thug nonexistent.
So while I was listening to this story and wiping something from my eyes (damn Starbucks' indoor air quality) he proceeded to tell the barista that he was single, had a few girlfriends but nothing worked out. I was interrupted and asked to place my order. So I did that and was waiting for drinks and heard the girl say, "Thank you, Daddy" when he handed her drink to her.
*sidebar* Did I ever really have thug at this point?
So before he and his niece/daughter left, I made it a point to wish him a Happy Mother's Day; odd how God might put something so humbling in front of you, especially on a day when it means a little extra.
Happy Mother's Day to all of you mothers and single-fathers out there! Even you gay men who have adopted and raise a child or children.
So this guy was in line ahead of me, and the barista was telling the guy's daughter that she was pretty. The little girl was 7, maybe 8. The girl's "father", ended up telling the following story [paraphrased].
The girl's biological father was diagnosed with cancer, and proposed to the girl's biological mother because he wanted to be married and have a child before he passed away. He ended up dying after the marriage and before the birth of his child.
*sidebar* Thug was already gone at that point.
The mother gave birth to a healthy daughter, but died in labor.
*sidebar* Any remaining thug was absent at this point.
So this guy (her uncle, the mother's brother) took the little one in when both sets of grandparents suggested giving her up for adoption. This guy was 19 at the time, and stepped up to the plate when nobody else would.
*sidebar* Thug nonexistent.
So while I was listening to this story and wiping something from my eyes (damn Starbucks' indoor air quality) he proceeded to tell the barista that he was single, had a few girlfriends but nothing worked out. I was interrupted and asked to place my order. So I did that and was waiting for drinks and heard the girl say, "Thank you, Daddy" when he handed her drink to her.
*sidebar* Did I ever really have thug at this point?
So before he and his niece/daughter left, I made it a point to wish him a Happy Mother's Day; odd how God might put something so humbling in front of you, especially on a day when it means a little extra.
Happy Mother's Day to all of you mothers and single-fathers out there! Even you gay men who have adopted and raise a child or children.