This is a comment on a video tutorial for learning American Sign Language. There is a guy who I see on my train every morning, he always sits alone, never speaks to anyone and never listens to music. Around 8 days ago i noticed he was facetiming a friend and using signs. After he hung up he looked so sad, I tried to ask him if he was ok, but we could understand each-other. So I put my hand on his shoulder and just smiled…..I felt so helpless to help, and its started to eating away at me how alone and isolated he must have felt. So I started staying up a few hours on a night after work to learn asl and this is one of the first videos I used… This morning was the first time i said hello to him and asked him how he was.. The shocked smile he had on his face made all the late nights and tired days worth while, needless to say it wasnt much of a convo but he got his phone out and typed out a message and handed me the phone, .
I remember ripping the bag open so badly, and so wrong, and not wanting to get caught by my mother, or my siblings. Whoever did that to the cereal bags in my home, didn’t stop hearing that they ruined it, till the bag was finished. Some fell to the ground, kitchen sink, our dogs even sometimes got lucky with a few pieces of cereal in their bowls.
Just when you think all that mess is done, you pour the milk, and BAM more cereal falls out the bowl! Who doesn’t love a overflowing bowl of cereal? I used to love when my mom came home from grocery shopping. Frosted Flakes, Corn Pops, Fruity Pebbles! My siblings, and I survived off these bags. They were our sweetness when, when we felt lonely.
They were our excitement after a long day at the school house…and they were our fulfillment when mom was addicted to other things that weren’t so delicious. Those bags were our addiction. Mom was “Cu cu for Coco Puffs”, but she never forgot our cereal.