I grew up in a village which was about 20 miles from a big city.
Even though we insisted that we were an autonomous population. we privately knew that we had to go 20 miles to actually be entertained or purchase clothes that were not second-hand.
Every once in a while, the big city would invade our little burg with a possibility. This happened when I was ten years old.
The minor league baseball team which headquartered in the big city decided to bless the neighboring burrows with an opportunity–to let one of the favorite sons be a ballboy for one night at the park.
It was a big deal.
You got to go to the game, put on a uniform and run out and chase balls that went awry, or give bats to the superstars.
So they further made a big deal of it by holding an audition to select the ballboy, which drew a crowd of about 45 kids between the ages of ten and twelve.
I was one of them.
Even though I did not like baseball very well, I was fairly athletic and certainly competitive. So at the end of fielding flies, chasing balls, and even some opportunity to use the bat, the committee selected me to be the ball boy for this game.
I had never won anything in my life expect the privilege of being born.
My skin was tingling, my head was swimming and the rest of me just wanted to pee.
So they took me into a room and pulled out the uniform I was to wear for the game and asked me to try it on.
It didn’t fit. Not even close.
I was chubby, which is what my parents called it, and everybody else knew to be fat.
I tried hard to fit into that uniform. I said that by next week I could lose some weight. But reluctantly, they awarded the opportunity to the boy who came in second place. Even though he had less ability, he also had less blubber.
I was shocked.
I was devastated.
And on top of that, I heard a giggle or two from the gallery, causing me to feel humiliation.
Until I sat down and wrote this essay today, I did not realize that I still had remnants of feelings about the injustice. Here’s an idea–one we might want to use in the future, even when electing our leaders:
Let’s find the best person for the job, and then pick the outfit.
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