Macaroni and Rootbeer by M.A.B.

When I was a young girl, I was being abused at home.  Someone very special and kind helped me,  and without her and others like her, I might have ended up “on the streets”.  I want to thank her.  (I know what you are thinking.  Modus is printing a human interest story?  How is that supposed to entertain me while I take a shit?  Well you see, this fluff piece is about Steve’s mom… so eat shit.  Back to our regularly scheduled program.) I will spare the sordid details as this is not about the sadness in my past, but about the moments of hope that shape our future. One moment in particular stands out in my mind.  After Steve’s mom came cruising over in her Galaxy like the cavalry to help me when no one else would, I was sitting in her daughter’s room crying. She came to me with an offering. “Macaroni and rootbeer makes everyone feel better.” she said. This was one of the most profound and defining nights of my life, and these are the only words I remember verbatim. This moment of hope changed me. I had spent my whole life treading water in an abusive home.  I began to believe that my life was destined to be full of strife and chaos.  The simple words and kindness of one woman changed everything for me. There were a million words behind what she said to me. You are loved, it will be ok, I am sorry this is happening to you, I believe you, you are valuable, you are safe… I could go on and on.  She made me smile, and I dried my eyes, and ate, and was merry. You see, no one had ever tried to make me feel better.  Anyone that I told,  was so scared of my father that they would not listen.  Some even told me I was being dramatic and embarrassed me.  The contents of that bowl where really compassion. The aluminium can held inside of it generosity. I truly believe that this moment was the beginning of my healing. Now I continued to battle this monster in my life called child abuse, the truth is that I still do, but I took that macaroni and rootbeer with me.  I do believe it makes everyone feel better.  If ever you are confronted with the sad situation that faced Steve’s mom,  PLEASE be as brave as she was and be an advocate for those who can’t help themselves. The gesture of kindness you give could change a life.  The moral of the story is this…  Steve may be a total douchebag,  but his mom kicks ass.