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Late July in 2000, on a Sunday morning (probably the 30th), my parents kicked me out of the house. My mother was in town at the time due to a family reunion around my maternal grandfather's birthday. At the time, I didn't have a strong relationship with my mother or a meaningful relationship with the rest of her family, and it never once occurred to me to go see them after this (even though my father seemed to think I should go live with my mother).
Unsure of what to do, I loaded my car (I was already packed, as if I knew something was coming) and went to Fields' house (the one his mother had by the radio station). No one was home there, and the only other household I could think to go to was Kevin's. I knew it was too early, his family would still be in church, so I went to the Cinemall and watched The Patriot to pass the time.
Afterward, I drove to Kevin's house on Walden Rd., where I had to wake him up from a nap to let him know what was up. We talked a bit, I don't remember much, and Kevin went to talk with his mother. Without questions, judgment or preconditions Vicky McCall invited me into her home until I was able to find a more permanent residence.
Its hard for me to express how deeply touched I am to this day by the words and actions of Vicky and Phil McCall. I have it in me to be a cynical and bitter person, and often throughout my life I have questioned whether or not the human race was something I wanted to be a part of. Always, though, I remember the McCalls- who, with one act of kindness at my most vulnerable, saved me from a life of constant misanthropy and bitterness.
It is cliche, but the world is a less good place without Mrs. McCall. And I am a better person for having had her in mine.
Unsure of what to do, I loaded my car (I was already packed, as if I knew something was coming) and went to Fields' house (the one his mother had by the radio station). No one was home there, and the only other household I could think to go to was Kevin's. I knew it was too early, his family would still be in church, so I went to the Cinemall and watched The Patriot to pass the time.
Afterward, I drove to Kevin's house on Walden Rd., where I had to wake him up from a nap to let him know what was up. We talked a bit, I don't remember much, and Kevin went to talk with his mother. Without questions, judgment or preconditions Vicky McCall invited me into her home until I was able to find a more permanent residence.
Its hard for me to express how deeply touched I am to this day by the words and actions of Vicky and Phil McCall. I have it in me to be a cynical and bitter person, and often throughout my life I have questioned whether or not the human race was something I wanted to be a part of. Always, though, I remember the McCalls- who, with one act of kindness at my most vulnerable, saved me from a life of constant misanthropy and bitterness.
It is cliche, but the world is a less good place without Mrs. McCall. And I am a better person for having had her in mine.