Barbara (Rich) McCabe


I was about 8 years old when I was telling my mom about a dream I had one night. I told her that in my dream, I was trying on dresses and one was a bright yellow and as I looked in the mirror I saw me wearing the dress and that I was also a black girl. I remember, as I said that, I must have had a look on my face that indicated to her that I was appalled. I repeated that I was black. Her reply was "What's wrong with that"?
That reply resonated so strongly with me, I still remember that to this day, which happened 44 years ago.
My mom taught me so much about being respectful and kind to people. She has been gone for almost 30 years now but I feel her with me every day.

Submitted by Irene

Three more stories you might like

Joe Lopez

Any hero I choose is my dad, he has worked for a company for seven years.but now he owns it and...


Tiffany Wright

The person I call my hero is my twin disabled big sister name Tiffany. As I reflect back on...


Tracey Willoughby

My mom has always been there for me always keeping me going. When I was down she always helped me...


Pass It On®


No comments have been made yet. Be the first!