Last Friday night, we piled everyone in the van to go cheer for our favorite Northwestern University Wildcat, Brother Mele. He is a champion wrestler on their wrestling team, and a darn good one at that.
That, however, is not what he is famous for. He has been on the news and featured in the papers many times for being the only athlete on campus who is married and has a child. Funny, I think.
Anyway, Friday night was designated Family Night, and what student family wouldn't be up for free hot dogs and drinks with a reduced price family ticket? We were there plenty early so we could get our pick of seats (John wanted prime viewing), and avoid the long free hot dog lines. Sometime in between Brother Mele getting injured ("Mom, why is that guy pulling Brother Mele's leg that way, doesn't that hurt?"), and me having and encounter with a VERY rude senior citizen snapping at my kids to move over and sit on my lap so that he could sit in their seat, Brady and I had a very enlightening conversation.
Brady: Mom, I know a lot about that Martin Luther King guy.
Mom: Oh, really?
Brady: Yeah, Mom. We learned about him in school.
Mom: "I have a dream. . ."
Brady: "That someday little black boys and girls can play with little white boys and girls." (Biting his bottom lip so that it wouldn't quiver, and fighting back the tears threatening to spill over.)
Mom: That's right Brady.
Brady: (Afraid to speak, nodding and wiping his tears).
Mom: Brady, do you know the reason you are crying? It's because you feel the Spirit right now. Heavenly Father sent the Holy Ghost to let you know that what you were saying was true, and that what Martin Luther King, Jr. was saying and teaching was true, and Heavenly Father wanted you to know that. It doesn't matter what color your skin is, does it?
Brady: Nope Mom, it doesn't.
I think we need to go to wrestling matches more often.
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I liked that story that made Brady feel the spirit.
-Avery
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