Defining Moments… The First of Three…

Thinking back… I can remember three “defining moments.”  I guess I should be calling them three “defining quilting squares.”

They happened.  Long time ago.  The grocery check-out line, the trip to Bills at Great Lakes Mall, and the phone-tapping.  That pretty much did it.

There I was.  In the check-out line at the Pick’n’Pay grocery store with my mother.  I was fifteen at the time.  I had a pretty bad case of cystic acne… and it was really in a heavily broken-out stage.

I was in front of the grocery cart, unloading the groceries.  There was a little girl about three years old in the child-seat in the cart in front of me.  As I was unloading my groceries, she looked up at me, and pointed straight at my face… and started screaming.  Crying her eyes out, and about as frightened as a little girl could be.

Looking at my cystic-acne face… scared the “livin’ daylights” outta her.

I was crushed.  I just wanted to die.  Here I was… already hurting with my acne.  And here was a perfect example of the “me” I would carry with me for the rest of my life:  a grotesque monster who scares little girls, and makes them cry.

I have never recovered.


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