Awww that’s sweet.
I was one of the few boys who had a car. It was early May and graduation was coming up fast. My ticket to the service was already punched and I was seriously gliding toward the runway.
Maggie was disadvantaged and her disability was not elegant, or pretty. She was heavy, with mismatched facial features from her never ending treatments and operations. Her mother tried her best but her dress looked like it was rescued from a dumpster and she never complained at all.
Her dad helped me stow her chair and showed me how to properly reassemble it. We even posed for pictures. My bosses sister helped me pick out a courage and I decided we would walk in like we owned the joint and this happened all the time.
Maggie was petrified about being hazed by the cool kids. I made a fist each time she shared her fears.
When I walked in pushing her specialized chair the overall noise level dropped considerably and one of the retarded asshole jocks started to say something really cutting to ruin Maggie’s night.
His girlfriend slapped his arm so hard eveyone heard it and her posse just glared him into silence.
One of the wealthy girls with big boobs grabbed the chair away from me and took her off to the Ladies Lounge (nice venues called the ladies room a lounge in those days) and when they returned she had fixed up Maggie’s hair and applied just touch of makeup and lipstick.
That kind of broke the ice and we figured out how I could maneuver her wheelchair enough to simulate dancing.
She died about six years later, I heard. There was never going to be a happy ending for her, but I looked her up a year later when I was home on leave, and she cried telling me how much going to the prom meant to her.
So fuck the jocks, the assholes and the cruel kids. My gang of friends did our part against bullying.
I told the woman who became my wife all about the prom and Maggie on our first date. I suspect that sealed the deal, right there. Poor woman heard it all over and over from my old friends when we were back for the 25th reunion, which was my first and only.
We were so young….
Where did all those years go?