There was a brave little girl

There was a brave little girl

Just imagine being 6 years old and people hate you..  They are yelling at you. Threatening you.  All of the adults.

Yet you hold your head high, and walk calmly in to the building with the tall gentlemen who are there to make sure no one harms you.   It is 1960… and you are black. And these adults are all white.

There is suppose to be 6 of you. But two stayed home.. and 3 others went to another school.  You are the only one who remained.

Thru the threats of poisoning you, a home made casket with a black doll in it is pushed by you… yet you remain strang.  You go to school for a year, in a room with you the only student, with a white teachers.  There are other white children who join the school after you go for two days.. Other white adults who decide to be in the building with you.  

Your family is told.. they can not longer buy groceries at the store they have been for years. Your father loses his job. There are threats against your family.  Yet there are others who stand up for you and your family. They find your father another job.  And in time a year … life calms down and others calm down… and life goes one..

One such child was Ruby Bridge. No not Ruby Ridge..  BRIDGE.. Ruby Bridge. The first black child to go to a white school in New Orleans, Lousiana. 

At first she thought it was Mardi Gras time. With the crowd, after all Mardi Gras has loud adults… but then coming closer .. she could their the words..

And what does this little child do?  She prayers for them.  Her teacher saw what appeared to be Ruby talking to the crowd, but when she asked Ruby about it.. she said she prays for the adults .. each morning and each evening..   and what is that prayers?

Please God, try to forgive these crackers. Because even if they say those bad things, They don't know what they're doing. So You could forgive them, Just like You did those folks a long time ago When they said terrible things about You.

From the mouth of babes… she is in her 50’s now.. but the story as I read it.. made me wonder.. why don’t we adults have as much compassion for our fellow man..  If only… if only … we could and would