Well, I found Mitch tonight. No, not me, still figuring that out.
Headed down to BCs bar to get a burrito before staring the night. Was enjoying a Bellikin when I heard " Mitch, get out of the water and come here, it's time to go home". After looking to see a cute blonde standing beside me , I said " can you give me a minute to finish my beer first". After getting a sharp look I laughed and told her I thought you were talking to me, my name is Mitch. Her eyes lit up and she said that I had to meet her son.
Mitch, who is 11, was born in Belize where his parents had moved for a different lifestyle. When his Mom introduced us, he said that I was the first Mitch he had met, ever. He hated his name, it rhymed with " witch, snitch, bitch, and so on" and the kids at school teased him regularly. I knew where he was coming from, so I told him a little story, a true story.
" Mitch, when I was young there was a show on TV called Supercar. One of the characters in the show was a monkey named Mitch. The kids at school tormented me with that for years, Mitch the monkey they would say, and it got so I wouldn't let anyone call me anything but Mitchell. But the point came when I started wearing the name as a badge of honor. It was unique and I became very proud of it. So two things will come from this Mitch. People won't Forget your name as it is unique, and secondly, you really won't care what people say anyway as time goes on, as you will have taken anything they can throw at you and come out on top."
So we shook hands and I told him to wear that name with his head held high, cause it is a name to be proud of. Mitch left smiling.
Headed down to BCs bar to get a burrito before staring the night. Was enjoying a Bellikin when I heard " Mitch, get out of the water and come here, it's time to go home". After looking to see a cute blonde standing beside me , I said " can you give me a minute to finish my beer first". After getting a sharp look I laughed and told her I thought you were talking to me, my name is Mitch. Her eyes lit up and she said that I had to meet her son.
Mitch, who is 11, was born in Belize where his parents had moved for a different lifestyle. When his Mom introduced us, he said that I was the first Mitch he had met, ever. He hated his name, it rhymed with " witch, snitch, bitch, and so on" and the kids at school teased him regularly. I knew where he was coming from, so I told him a little story, a true story.
" Mitch, when I was young there was a show on TV called Supercar. One of the characters in the show was a monkey named Mitch. The kids at school tormented me with that for years, Mitch the monkey they would say, and it got so I wouldn't let anyone call me anything but Mitchell. But the point came when I started wearing the name as a badge of honor. It was unique and I became very proud of it. So two things will come from this Mitch. People won't Forget your name as it is unique, and secondly, you really won't care what people say anyway as time goes on, as you will have taken anything they can throw at you and come out on top."
So we shook hands and I told him to wear that name with his head held high, cause it is a name to be proud of. Mitch left smiling.
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