The Boy from the Neighborhood

A sad story that rings with truth…

Wordsmith's Desk

The following story has been published before. The message is important for we never know who we affect by our words and actions. So, this morning I share once more about my friend, Wesley.

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I don’t remember much about this boyhood playmate. I was pre-school age and he lived two doors from me. His name was Wesley. I remember his mom and older sister, Midge; they were both nice. His dad’s name was Red. He sat in the front room and didn’t say much at all. Their house was old and weathered, with no paint left on it.

Wesley was very shy, almost afraid to say anything to anyone. He walked with his head down and appeared as if he were trying to be invisible. These traits would be more pronounced as he grew older, but in those preschool days, he was like any other boy. We played together…

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Author: Gordon S. Bowman III

Writer, Visual Artist, Blogger, Advocate

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