A Father Chooses Compassion When Confronting His Son’s Bully!



A father in Houston, Texas, is being applauded for choosing kindness instead of anger when confronting the boy who’d been bullying his son at school. Their heartening story has been shared thousands of times, and now the father says the two boys are closer than ever.

Last week, Aubrey Fontenot uploaded a Twitter video of himself taking the former bully, whose name is Tamarion for a ride in an effort to get to the bottom of what was going on between he and Fontenot’s son, Jordon. Fontenot, a local tattoo artist, said he simply wanted to know why his son was being picked on. That’s when he got the answer he was not expecting.

It turns out Tamarion was himself being teased by other kids for wearing dirty clothes.

“I asked ‘Who? You’re big, who is picking on you?’ He [Tamarion] said ‘All the other kids, they make fun of me,’” Fontenot told KHOU, recalling their conversation.

A phone call to the boy’s mother revealed the family had fallen on hard times and was experiencing homelessness. Fontenot said he knew he had to do something and later treated Tamarion to a shopping trip, buying him new clothes and shoes.

‘We have no clue what these children are going thru these days because a lot of us just don’t care,” Fontenot wrote in an Oct. 17 Facebook post. “And this isn’t a uncommon story for a lot of people .. so I spent a lot of my day yesterday by shopping and teaching this young man about self respect. Integrity. Morals. Confidence. And other things that consist of going from a troubled youth to a great man

“We all come from different backgrounds but we all share the same goal of success,” he added.

A once timid Tamarion walked out of the store with confidence, and the two shared plenty of laughs, even singing a song on the way home, as seen in Fontenot’s heartwarming video.

The life lesson didn’t end there. The doting father posted a video the following day of Tamarion and Jordan sitting face to face, albeit awkwardly, to hash out their issues. The boys didn’t say much to one another at first.

“Speak your mind, son,” the tattoo artist says in the video. “This is a meeting. We’re having a meeting.”

Once the camera was off, Fontenot said the kids talked things over and were fast friends in no time, even playing video games together. The father said even he learned something from watching the two.

“It taught me something. I was angry at first, then I said let me try something different,” Fontenot told KHOU.

Fontenot has since launched a GoFundMe campaign to benefit Tamarion and his family, who’ve been staying at a hotel. So far, the page has raised over $24,000 in donations, more than exceeding its original goal of $7,000.

Love and compassion is always so much better.  We never know what other people are going through.


The Painting – A Short Story

Chapter One: The Dream

It was a beautiful fall morning. The brightly colored leaves softly made a crackling sound while fluttering as the wind gently blew through the trees. This almost communicative whistling sound was one of the many things; both Alex and Cindy loved about fall. Cindy awakened from a deep sleep, panting and sweating while holding her head in her hands. As she sat up in bed, her eyes immediately widened as they searched around the room as if to make sure an intruder hadn’t entered. Her husband Alexander, whom she called Alex for short, rolled over in bed asking, “Another bad dream?” Yes, she frantically stated while holding her chest, but this time he was getting closer and closer to me! Honey, you’re not going to believe this, but it’s almost as if he is someone I should know. It’s just too weird! Grabbing her robe off the back of the chair by the bed, she begins putting it on while saying, I don’t understand these dreams, but I do remember as a teenager having some over-the-top ones and talking to my mother about them. Mother would always tell me I had a very vivid imagination and would leave it at that. Never once did she question me about the details of my dreams or ask how they made me feel. I wish she would have; that way, I could have opened up and told her how frightened they made me feel and how the man in my dreams looked so familiar, as if I should know him. Before walking out of the bedroom, she mumbles under her breath; no child should feel like a grown man is stalking them.
Alex and Cindy Langston had been together since college. They met on July 4th at a fireworks party. One of Alex’s friends, Lan, took a class with Cindy and knew she was brilliant, witty, selfless and a down-to-earth young woman. He knew she would be perfect for his best friend, Alex, so he took it upon himself to invite them both to come along to see the fireworks with him and his girlfriend, Jarlin. Alex and Cindy were both smitten with one another, and the chemistry between the two shined colorfully. They continued to date through college and married right after graduating from University in the spring. Their love for one another was something out of a storybook and was what dreams are made of.

Chapter Two: The Accident

The couple had been married four years when their lives would suddenly take a turn for the Supernatural. Cindy was involved in a horrible vehicle accident where a drunk driver ran into her lane and struck the left side of the car as she tried swerving to keep from being hit head-on. She was taken to the hospital with a head injury and in serious condition, while the drunk driver was treated at the scene with minor bruises and abrasions. After arriving at the hospital, Cindy suffered cardiac arrest and was clinically dead for 5 minutes. The doctors worked on her and were able to shock her heart back to a normal rhythm. All medical staff said it was a miracle she survived the accident. Alex sat by her side day and night, talking to her, holding her hand, praying over her, and making sure when his breakdown moments came, he left the room to cry and never cried nor showed any signs of anger in the room with her. Alex was angry at the man who almost took his sweet Cindy away. Both his and Cindy’s parents flew in to be of support, and both families were terrific and were what this young couple needed to ensure Cindy’s recovery. Miraculously, Cindy recovered and was released after spending six months in the hospital and undergoing physical therapy. Alex took his beautiful bride home accompanied by all four parents, but they would not expect nor have any idea of what they were about to endure or come face to face with. The injury Cindy sustained to her head was severe, and the fact she died and was clinically dead for 5 minutes, she had traveled to the other side. She met friends, family members, and people she had never met who had passed away long ago and recently. She would soon come to remember these things as time went on.

Chapter Three: A Visit From Grandmother

That first night went off without a hitch as Alex, his parents, Rob and June, and Cindy’s parents Terrence and Willa were there helping out since Alex had to return to work the next day where he was the CEO of a significant Telecommunications company in the city. The second day would be a little trying as when morning breaks, Cindy awakens to find herself face to face with her grandmother Lanny, her mother’s mother, who passed away ten years prior. Her grandmother was standing at the foot of the bed; she was alone in the room because Alex had already left for work. Her grandmother was only there for a few seconds, but during those brief seconds, she telepathically told Cindy that she would always watch over her; someone special from her past would visit her and not fear them. She also said to look after your mother; she is still grieving your grandfather’s and my passing. We are both delighted and don’t want to see Willa cry as much as she does when no one is around. She also told Cindy not to be afraid of her new gift, to embrace it, to help others, and that she loved her very much, then was gone. Cindy couldn’t understand what her grandmother meant and thought it was associated with her head injury. She didn’t say anything about it, but it stayed on her mind, and she was baffled. Both sets of parents said their goodbyes and left to fly back to their homes. As days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and months turned into a year, Cindy recovered, and the couple went on with their lives. Cindy, a licensed Real Estate Broker, ran and operated her own real estate company. She was passionate about her career and knew she was helping people realize their dreams of becoming homeowners. The couple had drifted back into their lives before the accident and were spending time with friends, enjoying going to the Symphony, Theater, out to restaurants, and their true love, the Art Galleries. There was a particular gallery named “The Valiant Art Gallery” they frequented quite a bit and had a great rapport with the owner. The couple enjoyed looking at the paintings and showing one another their favorite, saying one day they would own one. Cindy fell in love with a picture of a handsome young man with dark raven-colored hair and brown eyes, wearing a black trench coat standing in a field of flowers with trees blowing behind him. She wanted this painting badly, and she told her husband how much it would mean to her to purchase it one day. They talked about it, and he told her maybe one day they could afford it and left it at that.
Chapter Four: A Huge Surprise
A few months later, Alex returned with something wrapped in beautiful paper. He gave it to her and told her, here, open it. She took the gift and could already tell it had to be the painting, which was huge! She ripped the paper off, and there it was, the painting of the man in the field! He told her he bought the artwork to cheer her up after everything she had gone through; he felt she deserved it. Shocked; but happy, she had admired this painting for months and expressed her love for it. She raved over the chiseled features of the gorgeous dark raven-haired man in the black trench coat. There was just something about this masculine man standing in a field of flowers with a backdrop of trees. She couldn’t take her eyes off him each time she visited the gallery, and it seemed like the painting had an aura that drew her in, making her want it more and more. She could feel some energy coming from it. As she stared at the painting, she began to remember as a teen dreaming of a man that seemed to be in love with her and possibly even stalking her. The man in the painting looked just like that man from her dreams, but was it him? She was finding herself excited and blushing at the same time.
This was the surprise of a lifetime, and she was so excited that number one, Alex, remembered she loved this painting. Number two, he was willing to shell out 10 thousand dollars to cheer her up, and number three, it showed just how much he does listen to her, loves her, and would do anything to make her happy. As Cindy walked over to her husband, eyes still transfixed on the photo; she suddenly heard a voice say, “I have searched the world over for you and have finally found you, my love.” It took her aback, and for a second, she thought Alex had said this but couldn’t make sense of why he would say something like that; furthermore, the accent was British. Still staring at the painting, she said, “Alex, what are you talking about?” He said,” I didn’t say anything, sweetheart; I am just taking it all in and relishing in your beauty, happiness, and love for you.” Finally, breaking free from the painting, she smiled and wrapped her arms around her husband’s neck, thanking him for everything as she gently kissed his lips. She pulled back, saying, this must be one of the happiest moments of my life, and how you managed to keep it a secret from me, I will never know. Cindy had expressed her love for the painting many times to her mother during their lengthy conversations and couldn’t wait to call her and tell her that the image was now hers.
Alex went to work hanging the painting for Cindy. She stared at it deeply, playing decorator as she told her husband where to turn it. After what seemed like 20 minutes or so, they both agreed to hang it on the Livingroom wall, with Cindy assuring it was centered properly. Once turned, her eyes lit up as she smiled and took a seat on the sofa to continue gazing at it. For a brief second, it seemed to come to life, and she thought she saw the flowers, trees, and man’s trench coat blowing in the wind! The artist had done an incredible job, and she often wondered if this was painted from life or could this man had been a figment of the artist’s imagination. Nevertheless, he was still familiar, and she wanted to understand why.
The couple ate dinner, showered, and dressed for bed.

Chapter Five: A Feeling of Being Watched

As they were headed upstairs to bed, Cindy turned and gave the painting one last look and let out a loud gasp. It looked as though the man was no longer in the picture but standing in front of the fireplace. Alex, asking her what was wrong and holding on to her waist, tells him, oh, it was nothing, sweetheart; I just had a sudden pain while climbing the stairs. He smiled at her and helped her to bed. Snuggling, the couple made love that night, and Alex fell asleep, leaving Cindy in bed trying to find a comfortable spot to sink into, but unable to find one, she soon climbed out of bed and made her way downstairs to the kitchen for a cup of tea. As she entered the kitchen, she pulled back the kitchen curtain and stood to look out the window at her beautiful backyard and the brightly lit swimming pool. She exhales, taking in the beauty as she thinks how blessed she is and grateful for her health, strength, and husband. She then turned and walked over to the cabinet and took out a box of tea, and put on a kettle of water. As the kettle began to warm, she started gazing into the living room and the painting of her gentleman stranger. She must have been standing there less than 5 minutes when the tea kettle began to whistle. Startled, she began pouring herself a cup of hot water and dropping a tea bag into the cup, then walked into the living room to gaze at the painting again. Before long, she starts feeling strange, as if she’s being watched. Brushing it off, she sipped a teaspoon of her tea and sat on the sofa to gather her strength as the feeling grew more robust, and there was no doubt she was not alone in the room. Trying to brush the surface off, she continued drinking her tea, saying to herself, Cindy, you’ve got to pull it together before everyone around you starts to think you’re cracking up. As she was talking to herself, she heard a voice saying, “Yes, knock off the nonsense; you’re not going crazy, you are mine, and I’ve traveled through time to reunite with you, my love.” Terrified, she began to look around the room to see if her husband had awakened and was pulling a trick on her; although she knew that it wasn’t in his nature to do that sort of a thing, she still gazed around the room.
Chapter Six: He’s Here

After not seeing anyone, she took another drink of her hot tea and stared at the painting again; this time, the man was gone from the field of flowers, and the wind was blowing the flowers and trees. She couldn’t move. She was stuck on the sofa, paralyzed with fear, and she noticed a dark mass growing on the hardwood floor; the room grew cold as a portal opened on the floor, and a figure manifested itself right in front of her. It was the man from the painting, and he was more handsome than in the portrait. His brown eyes were hypnotizing, his raven curly hair was blowing, and the air-conditioning wasn’t on. It was the middle of fall, and the weather was nice and cool. He was tall; she imagined him to be at least 6 foot 2 and about 185 pounds. His trench coat fluttered like it was being gently blown in the wind; his face was flawless with a small thin mustache, as though someone took a chisel and delicately chiseled his features. Unable to scream or take her eyes off him, her body became weak, and she felt as though she would faint as he glided, not walked over to her and carefully placed his arms around her to secure her as he stood her up, embracing her with his body. Looking deeply into her eyes as if looking into her soul, she felt every ounce of his energy as he brought his lips to meet hers, kissing her deeply. She could feel the warmth of his breath and taste his lips, which were unlike anything she had ever tasted before, but she loved it! Memories started flooding back to her, and she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt he was the man she dreamt of as a teenager, and he made sure she knew it. Long ago, in another place when life was simple yet beautiful, and love was true, she and her dark-haired stranger were out of their minds in love. She immediately knew there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about her feelings; the flood of emotions was too strong. She was getting ready to give herself to someone she knew in another lifetime, and this was almost too much to comprehend. She was paralyzed and hypnotized by his eyes and couldn’t do anything as he guided her hand inside his shirt to touch and feel his chest. He began to stroke her face. She then realized she wanted him in the worst way and wanted him in her world, or she is his and not ever think of her current husband, Alex, asleep in their upstairs bedroom.
So intense was the moment, and she was trembling when she suddenly remembered the stranger wasn’t a stranger at all, but her husband back in the late 1800s. The two were happily married, but their love was not meant to last due to Cindy, whose name back then was Cinda, being struck and killed by a horse-driven carriage driven by a drunken stagecoach driver. Her husband at that time was Alexander Cromwell, a wealthy banker. She remembered everything as he laid her on the sofa to love her. Alex awakes and finds Cindy not in bed came down the stairs to see where she is. What he walks in and finds is enough to make any man mad. The atmosphere had grown colder; the lights began to flicker as fog engulfed the room. Alexander Cromwell entered her as her present-day husband Alex stared in disbelief and anger and froze in his steps, trying to move to save his wife, but he would not be able to save her. His heart is pounding in fear as he felt the adrenaline rushing through his body. The lights flickered as her mind was still flooded with memories of their past. She and Alexander kissed while slowly, as they began undressing one another. With a shiver running over Cindy’t body, he gently, yet passionately entered her. The warm, and inviting essence of her body and the pheromones which filled the air while their bodies moved in perfect rhythm. He plunged in and out of her sacred spot as he smelled her scent. She held onto him firmly and slid her hands along his muscular body, kissing and moaning as they reached their peak. Both slowly began to fade from the sofa, as if they were a blur in a photograph, as they were transposed into the painting above the fireplace. The couple now embrace in one another’s arms, she is wearing a long white dress with a sun hat, and he is still dressed in the same garments. It was only then that Alex could move and could not believe what he had just witnessed. He screamed out Cindy’s name as he searched the room for her. She would not be found anywhere in the room or house. He sat on the living room sofa and began to cry and scream, but suddenly heard her soft, sweet voice say, “Alex, I have gone home with my true husband, look at the painting, and you will see me. I loved our time together, but my true home is with Alexander. Farewell, my love; you will find someone and love again.”
Alex filed a police report on his missing wife. The police never found any signs of Cindy; it was as if she had just disappeared without a trace. They certainly didn’t believe she had entered a painting and was now a part of the art décor in their living room. The image would remain on the wall in the living room for two months as Alex tried to investigate himself. After visiting the local library, he found proof that Alexander and Cindy were real people who lived in the 1800s and located a photo of them. It was too unbelievable to deal with, and Alex could no longer live in the house. He sold it, destroyed the painting, and moved to another State.

The End

Written by: Jasmine D. Parker ©