Following this week’s prompt: Men.
From Boy to Man
Billy hated College.
Just hated it.
Billy was not a big lad.
In fact many called him tiny, scrawny, and small.
In P.E. class he was picked last.
Balls never tossed his way.
Even in his final years when his peers were called young men, he did not feel it was true for himself.
He had no girlfriend.
No losing of virginity story to tell.
Girls would not touch him with a ten foot pole.
Even the size of his penis was an important discussion amongst the guys.
He wanted no part of it.
He had been picked on of course.
Insulted, tripped up, and pushed.
But he took it as punishment for his unmanliness.
He never fought back.
And that only made things worse.
As far as Billy knew, he was weak.
He had no strength.
Inside or out.
He would never be a man.
Or a young one at that.
But then one day something happened.
He did not win a sports game, lose his virginity, or grow a few inches.
No, it was something much simpler.
A teacher brought in his young daughter to school.
She sat in a little desk next to her Dad at the front of the room.
The girl swung on her chair.
She looked restless.
Billy got up and gave her some coloured felts to play with.
He went back to his seat at the front of the class.
He tried his best to ignore all the judging eyes glued upon him.
Then it happened.
The girl leaned over her desk and whispered to her father,
“The nice man gave me these.”
She pointed to Billy.
Nice man, Billy thought.
He finally got it.
It was all a matter of perspective.
What he had or did not have, bore no meaning on who or what he was.
Billy, was a man.