Celebration Mix-up
17/12/06 00:19
I was born on July 22,
1957 to Jack H. and Marilyn Narita Gross in a small
hospital in Akron, Ohio. There is still a lot of
mystery enshrouding that day; such as, who the
doctors and nurses were that helped delivery me and
was it raining or sunny? Was it exceptionally warm or
was it unseasonably cool –no one knows for
sure. Certainly you would think that someone would
remember that on July 22, Jimmy Gross was born into
the world. As the years went by we forgot what day it
actually was but that’s all right because the
important fact was that –I was born! Living in
the good old U.S.A. I guess it may have been because
of vacations and summer schools that the day was lost
to obscurity, but, like I said, it doesn’t
matter much. The important thing is that I’m
here living among you. What tickles me (and it really
isn’t all that funny) is that my brothers and
sisters still argue amongst themselves about the
actual day. And while they have been fighting,
everyone else just celebrates it any old way they
choose. It has gotten so bad that some folks
don’t even allow my name to be spoken.
It’s like they think that I don’t hear
their silly little reasons of not offending certain
folks –what am I? Chopped liver? Wasn’t
it my birth that they were celebrating in the first
place? Yeah, I’ve been kind of pushed to the
side on this one, as a matter of fact, I’ve
been down-right pushed OUT in some circles. Whether
it’s through embarrassment, greed, drunkenness
or just plain hatred (not everyone likes me) my
birthday just isn’t what it used to be. But
please, don’t think that I’m sitting in
the corner somewhere brooding over this. I’m
not. Do you know what bothers me though? It’s
the folks that are determined to celebrate my
birthday just one time a year and for the rest of the
year they live like I don’t even exist. No
calls, no letters, no visits, no acknowledgement that
I even exist! They say they give gifts to one another
for my sake but they can’t even be kind towards
one another. Thanks but no thanks! Really, it’s
fine that people want to celebrate my birthday and
it’s fine that not everybody celebrates it the
same, but for goodness sake don’t live your
lives as though I’m not living here with you!
That’s just plain rude.
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