Yeshie was a very kind boy, always on the look-out for ways to be helpful. When Mrs. Meyer from down the street was at her wit‘s end, what with trying to lug home her market purchases along with rambunctious twins and a toddler, Yeshie ran up to the older kids and said, “Hey! I‘ll race you! Last one to your house is a rotten egg!“ And with lots of squealing and laughter, the three of them tore off down the street, headed for the goal. Yeshie always had “a way“ with younger kids—they loved to be around him.
I remember one day when a half dozen scrappy 8-year-olds were taunting two girls from Bethany, singing over and over again, “You look like a camel and you smell like one too!“ and “You‘re dumber than a Gerasene pig!“ The two girls were in tears, and I was on my way over to deal with it when Yeshie showed up. I think he was around eleven at the time, so he was head and shoulders above “the ravening mob“! He yelled, “Hey, what‘s going on here? C‘mon, girls—Lazy Russ sent me to get you!“ At that, all the mean boys disappeared, leaving MaryAnn and Marta free to go…
**Yeshie: Imaginative Tales of a Mother as Told by Another / amf
What on EARTH is she thinking now?! 