Day five of my sixth consecutive year at the same Catholic youth conference
But this year I wore the $150 t-shirt that showed participants that I was on the leadership team that, generally considered, was comprised of college students trying to live like Christ. I was walking alone between our main venue, The Viejas Arena, on my left and SDSU Frat Row on my right. A man probably only a couple years older than me was walking towards me. He must have been hot, wearing such dark colors and full coverage clothes in the middle of July. As we passed, I smiled politely at him, looking him in the eye, but the gesture wasn’t reciprocated.
But this year I wore the $150 t-shirt that showed participants that I was on the leadership team that, generally considered, was comprised of college students trying to live like Christ. I was walking alone between our main venue, The Viejas Arena, on my left and SDSU Frat Row on my right. A man probably only a couple years older than me was walking towards me. He must have been hot, wearing such dark colors and full coverage clothes in the middle of July. As we passed, I smiled politely at him, looking him in the eye, but the gesture wasn’t reciprocated.
“Don’t fuckin’ smile at me you fuckin’ bitch,” he said to me, under his breath, as he continued walking past me.
I started walking faster. I started breathing quicker. I started to cry.
But I recovered because I had to go greet people at the next workshop. I put back my smile and welcomed the participants-
it was easy, the attendees said thank you and smiled back at me.
It was easy... being Christlike?
It was easy... being Christ?
It was easy... being Christlike?
It was easy... being Christ?
Wow. How dare you smile at someone you don't know. This needs more details about the guy you were passing. And then, tie those details into the difficulties of the questions at the end of the entry.
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