Let’s say I was one of the lucky ones. The mural took shape, and as my face became recognizable, I took some kidding from my classmates and a smile from a pretty girl I liked.
My parents even came over one day to have a look and take some photos to e-mail to the family. The mural was shown on TV, and everybody could see that it was me.
Reading Roger Ebert makes me wish I could be a better writer. He produces wonderful narratives that are not only personal but also illuminating.
While the story that drives this begins with little people, the ideas he touches on are major ones that we are still dealing with. Maybe someday we won’t be dealing with them.
I wish. But people are just not that good. There will always be those that hate and use that hate to hurt others.
Luckily, it is not the worst of us that define a society but the best.
At least I hope so.