DREADLOCKS, Part one

Tall, blond, Lord Bumhampton was getting perfect grades. There was only one thing keeping him from total perfection—well two things: he pretty much thought his parents were clueless and he had dreadlocks: ratty, blond dreadlocks. It took effort for a blond boy to get his hair into such a state but Lord Bumhampton was a hard worker and it had paid off. Those dreads were amazing.

One day he asked me if I would do some volunteer work for the Art Department at Timpview High School. I would have walked through fire for any of my kids, even dreadlock’d ones so I said yes.

I walked to the school with a prayer in my heart. Please, Heavenly Father, just let me see one kid with hair worse than Lord Bumhampton. I repeated this prayer over and over until it was tattered.

When I reached the front door, a student in the “commons” saw me through the big windows. He rushed to open the door, smiled and said, “Hi.” He was one of those boys I would have liked to write to his parents about. He was so polite, so considerate, I’m sure they would have liked to know.

And he had bright blue hair.

Sometimes prayers are answered so quickly it takes your breath away.


PS If that boy’s parents could just have seen Lord Bumhampton's hair their prayers would have been answered too.