Some of the most attractive people I have known are Multi-racial, but that doesn’t guarantee they will have good looking kids.
I used to know a white
girl that married a guy from somewhere in Asia. They had two girls. Even though
they both looked like their parents, one of them was gorgeous and the other one
was very unattractive.
One of the kids I went to
school with had an Indian father who was always drunk and a white mother and a bunch
of brothers and sisters.
I used to deliver the
Detroit Times newspaper to his house in the afternoon when I was a kid and we
were in the same grade.
The thing I remember the
most about him was that his father raised guinea pigs in a spotless new white
garage at the end their driveway. The walls were lined with shiny cages full of
guinea pigs; it was always spotless. I never noticed any odor when I was around
the garage. His father would be sitting in a chair drinking beer bossing his
kids around as they keep everything clean waiting for when I got there with the
paper.
On Saturday I would have
to go to the front door to collect the money for the paper. They lived in a
dirty little house that was falling apart. I would have to breathe though my
month the stench was so bad while waiting for her to count out the sixty cents
in change for the week’s paper.
He grew up in one of the
worst home environments I can imagine, but he just seemed to have something
inside of him that helped him turn into one of the most popular kids in school.
The last time I saw him he was married had kids and lived in a nice new house. He still had that sparkle in his eyes.
I don’t think it matters
that much what race or races a person is. Some people will rise above any obstacle
and other people will have every break handed to them and will blow every opportunity
and be miserable all of their lives.
I try not pay attention to
what race people are, if I like them I tend to just see them as someone I like
and forget their race or multiracial background.
© 14 April 2013
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