Reply #14: My Barney was named Vicki.

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Vicki lived next door to my best friend. Their house was shabby, she always had the weirdest haircuts, (I didn't think at the time that it was probably cuz they couldn't afford to go to a beauty shop) & like Barney, she too, smelled.

I was having a birthday party & told my mom I thought the nice thing to do would be to invite Vicki. My mom was so proud of me. But I let my best friend talk me out of it & I didn't tell Mom. After the party, Mom asked why Vicki didn't come. I told her I didn't invite her. I'll never forget the look of disappointment in my mom's eyes. And then she said, "You should never be ashamed of having compassion for those less fortunate."


In her post above, elehhhhna stated, "Ditch the guilt and keep the compassion!" That is great advice. You're a better person now for this experience. :hug: