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I'm still blown away by the events of last night.
I got back to the hotel around 10:30pm after a night of Buffy and Bee Gees with two co-workers down here in FL. When I was walking into the hotel, I saw a woman and little boy walking through the parking lot. Both were barefoot. The woman was crying and yelling, “Your father’s going to fucking beat you up! He’s going to beat me up! There’s nothing I can do. This fucking hotel won’t help!” She just kept crying as she dragged her son through the parking lot.
I walked over to her and put my hand on her shoulder. She just looked at me and started sobbing. I asked if they needed a room for the night and she sobbed, saying that her boyfriend kicked them out and she only had $87. The hotel was $120 for the night. They didn’t know what they were going to do. I put my arm around the woman and took the little boy’s hand and walked with them to the hotel.
While we were walking, the mom introduced me to her son. His name is Justin. I told him how lucky he was that he was going to stay in a hotel. Only big boys get to stay in hotels.
When I was paying for the room, the mother handed me a wadded up ball of bills. $87. I asked her if she had any cash on her but she had given me all she had. I gave her most of the money back. Justin was eyeing the soda machine. I wanted that little boy to get his Coke.
I don’t know what’s going to happen to this family but I can’t stop thinking about that little boy. These are things that can stay with a kid for a very long time. You don’t forget the night your father kicks you out of the house and you’re forced to walk the streets barefoot with your hysterical mother. I hope he’s okay. I hope his mother is okay. I’ll probably never know. But I will certainly pray for them. I think they could use your thoughts and prayers, too.
I got back to the hotel around 10:30pm after a night of Buffy and Bee Gees with two co-workers down here in FL. When I was walking into the hotel, I saw a woman and little boy walking through the parking lot. Both were barefoot. The woman was crying and yelling, “Your father’s going to fucking beat you up! He’s going to beat me up! There’s nothing I can do. This fucking hotel won’t help!” She just kept crying as she dragged her son through the parking lot.
I walked over to her and put my hand on her shoulder. She just looked at me and started sobbing. I asked if they needed a room for the night and she sobbed, saying that her boyfriend kicked them out and she only had $87. The hotel was $120 for the night. They didn’t know what they were going to do. I put my arm around the woman and took the little boy’s hand and walked with them to the hotel.
While we were walking, the mom introduced me to her son. His name is Justin. I told him how lucky he was that he was going to stay in a hotel. Only big boys get to stay in hotels.
When I was paying for the room, the mother handed me a wadded up ball of bills. $87. I asked her if she had any cash on her but she had given me all she had. I gave her most of the money back. Justin was eyeing the soda machine. I wanted that little boy to get his Coke.
I don’t know what’s going to happen to this family but I can’t stop thinking about that little boy. These are things that can stay with a kid for a very long time. You don’t forget the night your father kicks you out of the house and you’re forced to walk the streets barefoot with your hysterical mother. I hope he’s okay. I hope his mother is okay. I’ll probably never know. But I will certainly pray for them. I think they could use your thoughts and prayers, too.
