It makes me wonder- did they mean it?
As I walked into school the other day, through the same doors as usual, down the same steps as usual, roughly the same time as usual, something unusual was there. "I'm sorry." That's what was unusual. The words I'm sorry were graffitied onto the doors I walk into everyday. I wish I had a picture to show you now. That's all it said.
It made me wonder
Sorry for what? Ashleigh suggested they were sorry for the graffiti. That could be ironic. Maybe they were trying to be a smart ass. But I don't think that was the goal. If there was a goal.
So what were they sorry for?
Sorry they weren't a better person?
Sorry they made some bad choices?
Sorry they upset someone, and this was their grand gesture to try and win them over?
When I came out those same doors at the end of the day the words were gone. I was a little upset. Obviously destruction of public property is destruction of public property, but as Ashleigh said- it gave the school character. It put something that was missing back where it belonged and it made me wish it could have stayed there. It wasn't hurting anyone, it didn't say anything offensive or hurtful like so many other things inside that large, blank, building. Then I walked up the same steps as usual, towards the same car as usual, at roughly the same time as usual and I saw something unusual. I hadn't even noticed it that morning on the drive up. "I'm sorry." Right on the wall that separated the apartments from the street. As I got into the car and we began driving away, my mothers voice buzzing about something or other, I noticed it was written every ten feet or so. Not just on that wall, but also down the wall parallel to the front of the school.
And I felt hopeful.
Maybe there is something more in the world.
Maybe it's not any smaller, and there is more in it then I thought.
Maybe.
It made me wonder
Sorry for what? Ashleigh suggested they were sorry for the graffiti. That could be ironic. Maybe they were trying to be a smart ass. But I don't think that was the goal. If there was a goal.
So what were they sorry for?
Sorry they weren't a better person?
Sorry they made some bad choices?
Sorry they upset someone, and this was their grand gesture to try and win them over?
When I came out those same doors at the end of the day the words were gone. I was a little upset. Obviously destruction of public property is destruction of public property, but as Ashleigh said- it gave the school character. It put something that was missing back where it belonged and it made me wish it could have stayed there. It wasn't hurting anyone, it didn't say anything offensive or hurtful like so many other things inside that large, blank, building. Then I walked up the same steps as usual, towards the same car as usual, at roughly the same time as usual and I saw something unusual. I hadn't even noticed it that morning on the drive up. "I'm sorry." Right on the wall that separated the apartments from the street. As I got into the car and we began driving away, my mothers voice buzzing about something or other, I noticed it was written every ten feet or so. Not just on that wall, but also down the wall parallel to the front of the school.
And I felt hopeful.
Maybe there is something more in the world.
Maybe it's not any smaller, and there is more in it then I thought.
Maybe.