Denise Robinson
I first heard of Denise Robinson when I read an interview with her in a tattoo magazine.. I was sitting in the tattoo chair at Tattoo International in Wallingford, Connecticut. It was a rainy Saturday. When I read about the first pierce that Denise had ever done for someone, I began to cry. The story still sends chills down my spine.
A few years later, I was writing for Lollipop Magazine in Boston, Massachusetts. To prepare for an interview with Jim Rose, I perused his web site. I complimented the site when speaking to Jim. He GUSHED over Denise. As a groupie from way back, I forwarded his comments to her; it's always great to be appreciated <g> And now we write from time to time, and see each other on rec.arts.bodyart, and I hope that some day I'll get to meet her IRL.
Denise also tells the following story, another of my very very favorite online tear-jerkers. I forward it to people regularly.
Thanks for reading this far.
Cordially,
~ Rebekah
| (EMailed to Rebekah Harris on August
4, 1999)
This past Sunday while driving back from a wedding in Toronto, a friend and I started discussing how an insignificant action to one person can make all the difference in the world to another. And how easy it is to make a small gesture, be selfless for three seconds, and what good it can do. When I see someone drop something in front of me, I make a point of picking it up and returning it to them. It AMAZES me that I see people look down at the object and keep walking. Is there life SO busy that those seconds would buy them happiness? Anyhow, this isn't a "God is great" story, or about a little boy with leukemia and how a woman learns how to live life to its fullest. To me it's about how I missed the chance to say "Thank you" to a person who really helped me out when I needed it, and a woman who didn't stick around to praise God or receive thanks. When I was seventeen I lived in a farmhouse beyond suburbia. Buses there stopped at midnight. My boyfriend and I had missed our last bus and had spent the night ducking and hiding in various buildings downtown to stay warm. The next morning, while waiting for the first bus to start, we went to a mall and went up to a muffin store, scraped our last pennies together (I NEVER panhandled, by the way) and bought a blueberry muffin. We sat down at a table and split the muffin. As our bodies slowly warmed up, we noticed a few people staring at us. This isn't all that surprising, because I had an eight-inch tall mohawk, and he had luscious black hair to his waist. We were used to looks, so ignored them, and set about the task of dividing the muffin between us. We were quarrelling over who would get the last bite, me insisting that he have it because I didn't need the weight and he was a growing boy, him saying you are NOT fat, and you paid the lion's share- YOU take it. We noticed one lady in particular paying undue attention to our conversation, but pointedly ignored her. Then as we were sitting with a few crumbs on a napkin in front of us, the lady walked up to our table holding two trays of food. We glared at her, assuming that she wanted to sit at our table (the food court was starting to fill up with commuters), and she placed the trays in front of us on the table, then walked away. It took almost a minute for us to realize that these were a gift, and not her trying to horn in on our space. Unfortunately, by the time we realized it, she was gone, and we never had the time to thank her. It still plagues me to know that I misjudged
our mysterious benefactor so harshly and never thanked her. I still
share this story with friends, and offer it to the world at large now.
Take from it what you will. And if you happen to be that woman in
the Rideau Centre who bought two complete meals from Arthur Treachers for
two young punks in March of 1988, I just have to say thank you, and those
were the best-tasting hush-puppies I'll ever have!
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post script: reading this just now, I began to tear up again. The lesson here is great on so many levels.
- Many, many questions have already been asked. To see if your question has been asked before, why don't you take a tour of DejaNews and the DejaNews Power Search? Have you been to the rec.arts.bodyart auto-faq? There you can directly link to DejaNews Power Searches of some of the more frequently asked questions.
- Have you tried a Search Engine?
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