No one knew why the beautiful blonde that drove the baby blue BMW convertible drove to the school principal’s house each evening at 6:30 and stayed until 10. The principal was thirty-five, the blonde was barely twenty-two, fresh out of college and new resident in the small community. The principal had lost his wife to cancer only a year before and now the rumors of his new “affair” spread across the small town like wildfire. The principal’s 12-year-old daughter must be witnessing a shameful affair! What kind of soap opera surrounded her? How could the principal appear so pious each Sunday morning in the fourth row of the Baptist church, nodding his head with each kernel of wisdom spoken from the preacher’s lips?
To add fuel to the fire, after only a few months passed by, the blonde became obviously pregnant. She looked like she'd swallowed a basketball. Everyone at school knew that she'd swallowed “a line” from the suave principal as well.
Then one day tempers raged in an enflamed school board meeting and a unanimous vote of the Board expressed the final cry of the town’s judgement. The principal was asked to resign.
In sorrow he packed his 12-year-old daughter’s clothes, dolls, and …….priceless Braille books. The dear young lady who had been specially trained to teach blind kids to read and had practically given “eyes” to the girl who had been pent up in darkness since birth could no longer spend the evening with her young client.
The grief the blonde bore over the recent loss of her husband and father of her new baby in the fighting in the war in the Persian Gulf was overshadowed by the harsh judgement of a town who ever so quickly formed an opinion and spread the untrue rumors until three lives were hurt, almost beyond repair.