Confessions of a 'Mud Pie' By any ordinary standard my life has not been what you would call phenomenal. Telling you about my life would be like listening to your neighbor's life story...not very interesting and yet not too mediocre either. So I don't know where to start. But I must begin because all stories have a beginning, they say, and you can never tell what direction it may take in due time. I was always an average kid, to put it mildly. Much to my parents' disappointment, I was never the genius kid they expected me to be. Being the only child of two loving parents I was given everything I could ask for. Of course I have my moments of disillusionment, but that's what makes us all human, right? As a child I experienced so many different things – pain, joy, love, humiliation – all at once. It's been a roller coaster ride, with its ups and downs. So I may not be a celebrity, but my life has been pretty interesting, at least for me. As a child I remember sometimes being the object of ridicule and ridicule. Being the kind of happy-go-lucky person I am, I took everything in stride, but things changed with one little sentence. A child at school told me that since I was the color of mud, that was where I belonged: at the bottom of the earth. All around me children were laughing and calling me "mud pie" while I watched miserably. I didn't know how to react. Later, when I returned home and told my parents, they became furious and complained to the principal and subsequent action was also taken, but that incident will remain etched in my memory forever because it cruelly reminded me that I wasn't really like everyone else. I was different because of the way I looked. While gr...... middle of paper ...... irately I told him that it wasn't right and that I had been waiting a long time. What I didn't expect next was a blatant racial attack: He called me a demeaning name and said people like me had to wait. Needless to say, I was furious and responded by saying that this was inexcusable and that I would complain to her supervisor, who gave me a little nudge by suggesting that I move on. At that point I had enough and so I started physically fighting with him. Luckily the security staff then asked me what the problem was between us. I explained to them in no uncertain terms what had happened and management responded by firing him immediately. I felt elated and at the same time saddened by the fact that there are people who think like this even today. What will happen next in my life, I cannot say. Only time will tell.