The Boy Scout

At the ESL class holiday party . . .

I asked the visiting Boy Scout
how he had chosen
his Eagle Scout project.

He had been learning about refugees,
he said,
and the idea came
to campaign for needed items –
to set up collection boxes,
monitor, gather and deliver.

He and his family
filled a table.
In a sea of people
of different dress
and language
and history
and ways,
they settled in on the margins,
quiet, hands folded,

like a flashing light
on the periphery of my view
as I moved about the room,
chatting with our students.
Even after I stopped by the Scout family’s table
and moved on,
my attention kept being drawn back,
but I resisted.

These are not the people I’m here for, I told myself.

After completing my rounds,
I returned to the Scout.

“Have you ever met or spoken with a refugee?”
He had not.
“Would you like to?”
He would.

I made an introduction.

After that, the flashing light stopped.


About Marilyn

Reading, thinking, listening, writing and talking about faith, creativity, ESL for refugees, grief and finding the story in a story. Student of Spanish. Foe of procrastination. Cheez-it fan. People person with hermit tendencies or vice-versa. Thank you so much for reading.
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2 Responses to The Boy Scout

  1. pastordt says:

    Perfect, friend. Perfect.


  2. Hope says:

    Flashing light. I love it!


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