About Books and their Covers
One of them wore a gang-style doo-rag and an oversized NBA jersey. The guy with him was in a wife-beater tank top. They rolled up in one of those pimped-up, lifted up, waxed up older sedans. 20″ rims. And the bass turned up loud enough to make everybody else’s windows vibrate a little.
Got any expectations?
Might as well toss in that their pimpmobile vehicle was pointed toward the not-so-drug-free Darden Terrace neighborhood a couple of blocks away.
“Those” kinds of guys are to be avoided, right?
And I was standing in the middle of the road with a lady whose car had broken down. Just her, her young son, and me. I had just waved down a young guy to help us. He eased over to the side of the road, … then pulled away when I turned my head. “Nice” safe helpful looking young man in a new SUV. And apparently a butt-head.
A guy in the neighborhood had already closed his door and refused to help. Several folks drove by, shot irritated looks our way (as if the lady planned where to break down). And there I stood, out in the street, with a black lady and her young kid, and her broken down minivan.
Wanna guess who pulled over to help?
Want to guess who stopped, shook my hand, introduced themselves, complimented our church van, and jumped right in to help push the lady’s van back off the road? Want to guess who immediately pulled out a cell phone so the lady could call someone to come get her?
Well, it wasn’t Mr. Yuppy in the new SUV.
It was the (according to some) dangerous-looking guys. Captain Doo-rag and Mr. Wife-beater Shirt. The one who lives in town talked with me for quite awhile about our church. He said he needs to get his whole family in church regularly. Who knows … he might show up on Sunday.
Gotta be REEEEAL careful about judging books by their covers, huh?