I was 14 years old and just got my working papers. I was allowed to work 6 hours a day for the city of New York for the Summer.
My assignment was a methodist church who had a program for low income families, kids under 14 years of age would be eligible to participate into the Summer program. I would accompany an adult with a group of 20 to various historical sites, museums, central park zoo ect.
My first day on the job I met the Reverend, his wife and his brother David. I looked at him, he looked at me and that was all, no words, no signs; he shrugged his shoulders and walked away.
By the middle of the Summer we could not look at each other even. I was 14 he was 16.
Two weeks before the program was over the trip to the Botanical Gardens, Bronx, NY was a day to remember.
I was facinated with all the flower beds and horticulture. I just kept wondering and not paying attention, I stumbled! A hand steadied me by grabbing my arm in that moment it felt like an electrical shock surging through my body. I turned, and looked in the green eyes of David. We looked at each other until someone called our names, he grabbed my hand and pulled me along the electricity was still pulsing. How I got through that day is still a fog, all I could think of was the new feelings my young innocent body had been evoked to.
The next day David, was knocking on my door. My mom questioned, asked, but all she got out of David was ” I’m here to escort Solitaire…” This continued for the next two weeks. Lots of holding hands and electric shocks but hardly any talking.
On our last day of the Summer Program we were supposed to have a picnic with all the kids, staff, volunteers and the Reverend and his wife. But that day never went as planned!
The Reverend found his wife dead on the floor with an brain eneurysm. It was a double loss, she was 9 months pregnant due to have the baby any day. After the pain, the loss and the funeral, the Reverend requested a transfer and they were gone. I never knew what happened to both of them. You see I was part of a sweet and sad time, to some there is no separation.
The saddest of all, I never felt those feelings again, romantic, enchanting, and electrifying touches. I compared many a relationship to that one and that was my downful. Love should not be a comparison but a moment to be enjoyed for it is fleeting.