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Baby Talk Page 2
By Anthony Douglas Gere
She then extended her hand and said thank you in slow motion. Her appreciation was not
only heard, but felt, as she had to get back to the matters at hand. This recycling of words
were not sexual or anything, just pure and relished on both of our parts. As we let go of each
other’s hand, I seen the child let go of his mothers leg, and start waving his arms from side
to side along his thigh. He was nervous, but now also curious. He was smiling, as his head
start moving from side to side. He was wearing gym shorts and a basketball jersey with the
nu7mber 32 on the front, and the name “Shaq” on the back. As I stooped down, and got eye
level with this future basketball star, he looked up once again to mom for answers. She just
smiled, and felt comfortable leaving her son alone with me for the moment. I put out my hand
to shake hands, and he quickly put his hand out and then retracted it. I start laughing, ad so
did he. As I took my hand away, he put his up, and within seconds, he and I connected on a
level many can only dream of. The contrasting size and color of our skin didn’t matter at this
moment, because we were in a special moment. I followed his lead, and like teammates
that just won a game, we hi-fived each other like we had known each other for years. I stood
up, and his neck began to bend like he had never used it before. My six foot six inches of
being brought him back to a reality he had briefly forgotten about. I said good-bye to him and
his family, and began to walk away. He again ran back over to mom, but this time, in a
peaceful way. He kept waving, as I grinned and said good-bye again. But as I was leaving, I
heard his mother say, “ That’s a nice man, I want you guys to grow up to treat ladies just like
that!” I was touched by the statement, but knew it came out of the gesture I just had
performed. Many think that what I did was special or out of the norm. I beg to differ, because
you don’t know the situations or circumstances others are dealing with in offering their
services. But I did feel moved by what she said, and must admit; it made me walk a little bit
better for the moment. A ego boost maybe, but then again, I felt if the situation was in
reverse, I would say the same thing. So as I got out of eyes view of them, I start wondering
why she was all alone. Where was she going, and why was she there in the first place. I
was thinking about her children, their male role model, and was I their immediate standard,
or routine in a revolving door of examples. I was thinking if they were scared, even noticing all
of the people around them or what. But mostly, I’m thinking, if I were she, what would I say to
them now, to get them through life, later on.
As I sat down in my seat in first class and watching people pass me like the child at the
security checkpoint, I’m still reflecting on the moment he and I shared. I’m thinking, if I could
sit down for a minute with a child that doesn’t belong to me, what would or could I tell them
about the world. Think about it, if you had the opportunity to really have a few moments of
mutual clarity, what would you say? How would you answer their questions about things they
wanted to know, and give them answers on things they don’t need to find out, based on your
experience? Who would you tell them emulate, listen to and follow? How could you warn
them about life, love and more? How can you explain that to give someone your heart
doesn’t require you removing it physically from his or her body? How would explain the
difference between having sex, and making love. Why duck, butterflies and penguins mate
for life? Why people kill each other, and others fail to succeed in learning things they were
never taught? How would you explain the unexplainable? Where would you draw the line
between love and hate? How could you un-biasly tell them how to push forward on the
things they believe in, and pull back on the things they don’t? I was thinking about all of
these things in my comfortable reclining seat, and now wondering what do I actually stand
for within myself. Does my seat near the front of the plane that cost me about fifty percent
more than those in the back, constitute anything besides a few more seconds when we
arrive? Is a few more drinks, a meal and exclusive use of a bathroom, warrant me paying a
higher price. I’m wondering am I wasting money to prove a insecurity within myself, as I am
looking at those looking at me, not knowing what I’m thinking about. I’m wondering if those
few moments I spent helping out the woman with the children, really made a difference, or
harmed her with a false sense of hope. I’m wondering if this small boy, thought this large
black man in a suit, was a ball player or someone resembling one. Did I make a difference
in his life, or was I a blur like my flight that was about to happen. I’m in total calm disarray, as
I felt the giant airbus move backwards. So now that I’ve set the mood, set the atmosphere,
set your mind in motion and welcome to a theory I call, “ Baby Talk”.
So now as I’m admiring the bright blue skies from thousands of feet in the air, I’m still being
grounded by my thoughts. But now I’ve gone somewhat galaxian or starbound, because I’m
flashing back to the Steven Speilberg classic, ET. I’m deeply feeling passionate about my
convictions towards guilt. I’m wondering if I did meet a stranger, could I befriend them
beyond my influences and descriptions.
By Anthony Douglas Gere
She then extended her hand and said thank you in slow motion. Her appreciation was not
only heard, but felt, as she had to get back to the matters at hand. This recycling of words
were not sexual or anything, just pure and relished on both of our parts. As we let go of each
other’s hand, I seen the child let go of his mothers leg, and start waving his arms from side
to side along his thigh. He was nervous, but now also curious. He was smiling, as his head
start moving from side to side. He was wearing gym shorts and a basketball jersey with the
nu7mber 32 on the front, and the name “Shaq” on the back. As I stooped down, and got eye
level with this future basketball star, he looked up once again to mom for answers. She just
smiled, and felt comfortable leaving her son alone with me for the moment. I put out my hand
to shake hands, and he quickly put his hand out and then retracted it. I start laughing, ad so
did he. As I took my hand away, he put his up, and within seconds, he and I connected on a
level many can only dream of. The contrasting size and color of our skin didn’t matter at this
moment, because we were in a special moment. I followed his lead, and like teammates
that just won a game, we hi-fived each other like we had known each other for years. I stood
up, and his neck began to bend like he had never used it before. My six foot six inches of
being brought him back to a reality he had briefly forgotten about. I said good-bye to him and
his family, and began to walk away. He again ran back over to mom, but this time, in a
peaceful way. He kept waving, as I grinned and said good-bye again. But as I was leaving, I
heard his mother say, “ That’s a nice man, I want you guys to grow up to treat ladies just like
that!” I was touched by the statement, but knew it came out of the gesture I just had
performed. Many think that what I did was special or out of the norm. I beg to differ, because
you don’t know the situations or circumstances others are dealing with in offering their
services. But I did feel moved by what she said, and must admit; it made me walk a little bit
better for the moment. A ego boost maybe, but then again, I felt if the situation was in
reverse, I would say the same thing. So as I got out of eyes view of them, I start wondering
why she was all alone. Where was she going, and why was she there in the first place. I
was thinking about her children, their male role model, and was I their immediate standard,
or routine in a revolving door of examples. I was thinking if they were scared, even noticing all
of the people around them or what. But mostly, I’m thinking, if I were she, what would I say to
them now, to get them through life, later on.
As I sat down in my seat in first class and watching people pass me like the child at the
security checkpoint, I’m still reflecting on the moment he and I shared. I’m thinking, if I could
sit down for a minute with a child that doesn’t belong to me, what would or could I tell them
about the world. Think about it, if you had the opportunity to really have a few moments of
mutual clarity, what would you say? How would you answer their questions about things they
wanted to know, and give them answers on things they don’t need to find out, based on your
experience? Who would you tell them emulate, listen to and follow? How could you warn
them about life, love and more? How can you explain that to give someone your heart
doesn’t require you removing it physically from his or her body? How would explain the
difference between having sex, and making love. Why duck, butterflies and penguins mate
for life? Why people kill each other, and others fail to succeed in learning things they were
never taught? How would you explain the unexplainable? Where would you draw the line
between love and hate? How could you un-biasly tell them how to push forward on the
things they believe in, and pull back on the things they don’t? I was thinking about all of
these things in my comfortable reclining seat, and now wondering what do I actually stand
for within myself. Does my seat near the front of the plane that cost me about fifty percent
more than those in the back, constitute anything besides a few more seconds when we
arrive? Is a few more drinks, a meal and exclusive use of a bathroom, warrant me paying a
higher price. I’m wondering am I wasting money to prove a insecurity within myself, as I am
looking at those looking at me, not knowing what I’m thinking about. I’m wondering if those
few moments I spent helping out the woman with the children, really made a difference, or
harmed her with a false sense of hope. I’m wondering if this small boy, thought this large
black man in a suit, was a ball player or someone resembling one. Did I make a difference
in his life, or was I a blur like my flight that was about to happen. I’m in total calm disarray, as
I felt the giant airbus move backwards. So now that I’ve set the mood, set the atmosphere,
set your mind in motion and welcome to a theory I call, “ Baby Talk”.
So now as I’m admiring the bright blue skies from thousands of feet in the air, I’m still being
grounded by my thoughts. But now I’ve gone somewhat galaxian or starbound, because I’m
flashing back to the Steven Speilberg classic, ET. I’m deeply feeling passionate about my
convictions towards guilt. I’m wondering if I did meet a stranger, could I befriend them
beyond my influences and descriptions.