Over the weekend, we explored different ways to love. Today, tell us about the most unconventional love in your life.
His name is Mr. Wise, a black man , a teacher sent to my white school along with buses of students from down town St. Pete. I didn’t mind nor was I fearful of people different from me. After all I was the odd one most of the time, anywhere. I had just spent the summer smoking my lungs out, I was entering eighth grade. I ran track last year in seventh grade and did well on the 220.
This year , eighth grade, i showed up in the morning for track tryout. I could hardly make around the track once. I was a coughing spitting mess. Just then Mr. Wise pulled up in the parking lot next to the track. He knew, in just one look from him and a casual remark of obvious cause and effect, I was chastised. I spent a lot of time in Mr. wise’ class room. He was the detention teacher after school. I saw in him an equal playing field of all people, a source of justice, a pillar of genuine care for all students without lowering of standard.
He showed love in this being a model of a man to boys with out dads. Showing by example and steadfastness. He stood apart from the other teachers of that year who like Mr. Fee only flirted with the girls and made ridiculous jokes in order to gain our allegiance. and others who just didn’t know how to render discipline and really only wanted to go through a subject without teaching it.
By being disciplined I felt love. especially bu a man who was for me a fatherless kid an unconventional love.