That may sound glamorous to some, let me assure you it is anything but. You see, in Hawaii, white people were the minority, at least in those days. The locals hated us. They called us houlie which is akin to nigger. Houlie crap is more accurate actually. Anyway, it was the first week of school and this little white girl from Bremerton, Washington, in her knee socks (I was stubborn too) was ordered by a large Hawaiian girl, named Dorrette, to meet her under the banyan tree after school.
Bring it on Dorrette! I was not one bit afraid, like I said, delusional. I showed up, stood there alone for a while then got on the bus and headed for home. A real non-event. After that Dorrette and her gang of thugs tried to pull me into their group. Strange.
A couple weeks later as I approached the banyan tree on my way to the buses, I saw a circle of kids and some kind of a scrape going on. It was a little redheaded white boy being pummeled to a pulp by a big Samoan kid. It was only then that I realized what Dorrette had in mind for me. The only, obvious, thing that saved me that day was, what I say is foolishness, they saw as courage. It taught me a lesson and from that time to this, I've forged ahead with my dreams, let the chips fall where they may.
So far, it has served me well. I can't say all my endeavors paid off, at least not in my mind. I can say every one of them has led me down a road in the right direction. While I have not "arrived" by any stretch of the imagination, I am still pushing on.
I have come to realize life is not a destination, it's a journey. It will not end until we are through with this earthly life. At this point along my journey, I am at peace, happy and eager to see what the "yellow brick road" has in store for me next. Come on along!