On a Valentine’s Day, long ago, Robert was my fifth-grade classmate. He did not fit in. He was quiet and soft and didn’t garner much attention. I have no idea about his background. I don’t even remember much about him.
Our class party was filled with goodies and busy children excitedly passing out valentines. Ken P. had a big stack. Maureen B.’s desk was covered and Jack P.’s large pile was sliding off onto the floor. Sitting, directly across from me, was Robert. There was not one card on his desk.
It still makes me sick to my stomach and although time has blurred the details, I am still blown away by the utter desolation that little kid must have felt that day.
Valentine’s Day is tough for a lot of people. Some have lost loved ones and are hurting. Some never found that anticipated great love, and are sad and lonely. Some are little kids who just want to be liked. Maybe we should all remember this.
So…if you’re living the Valentine’s Day dream with candy, a romantic dinner and warm kisses, good for you. And if you are not, you are not alone.
Be kind out there…
P.S. And Robert, wherever you may be, happy Valentine’s Day.