Shunned just like the real Jesus!
School Boots Boy Over Jesus Costume School officials in Paramus, N.J., weren't impressed when a student chose to pose as the Chosen One on Halloween. Alex Woinski, 13, told WCBS-TV he was inspired to dress up as Jesus Christ because his friends say his shoulder-length brown hair makes him resemble the prophet. The teen completed the getup with sandals, a robe, a fake beard, a sash and thorns.
Woinksi Family Photo
The principal of West Brook Middle School said Alex Woinski's costume was a distraction to other students.
The principal of West Brook Middle School said that the boy was sent home because the costume was disruptive to other students. "Children were [asking], where is the boy who is Jesus Christ?" principal Joan Broe told WCBS-TV. "It was disrupting the education process." Alex said school officials told him the costume was "offensive to some students." Alex, whose mother is Catholic and father is Jewish, has developed an interest in religion, according to WCBS-TV. He recently celebrated his Bar Mitzvah. (Source AOL)
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Since when are Halloween costumes not allowed to be a distraction?
Isn't distraction the whole idea of wearing a costume at all?
So it's less distracting to dress as a bloody mummy with an ax in his head???
I think Alex's costume was great; and the school principal is a moron!
Jane
This is the most touching story I ever read. ( Someone emailed this to me. )
> I was walking around in a Target
> store, when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some money
> back.
>
> The boy couldn't have been more than 5
> or 6 years old.
>
> The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you
> don't have enough money to buy this doll.'
>
> Then the little boy turned to the old
> woman next to him: ''Granny,
> are you sure I don't have enough
> money?''
>
> The old lady replied: ''You know that
> you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''
>
> Then she asked him to stay there for
> just 5 minutes while she went to look around. She left
> quickly.
>
> The little boy was still holding the
> doll in his hand.
>
>
> Finally, I walked toward him and I
> asked him who he wished to give this doll to.
>
> 'It's the doll that my sister loved
> most and wanted so much for Christmas.
>
> She was sure that Santa Claus would
> bring it to her.'
>
> I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus
> would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.
>
> But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa
> Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give
> the doll
> to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she
> goes there.'
>
> His eyes were so sad while saying this.
> 'My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is
> going to
> see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the
> doll with
> her to give it to my sister.''
>
>
> My heart nearly stopped.
>
> The little boy looked up at me and
> said: 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her
> to wait
> until I come back from the mall.'
>
>
> Then he showed me a very nice photo of
> himself. He was laughing. He then told me 'I want mommy to
> take my
> picture with her so she won't forget me.'
>
> 'I love my mommy and I wish she didn't
> have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be
> with my
> little sister.'
>
> Then he looked again at the doll with
> sad eyes, very quietly.
>
> I quickly reached for my wallet and
> said to the boy. 'Suppose we check again, just in case you
> do have
> enough money for the doll!''
>
> 'OK' he said, 'I hope I do have
> enough.' I added some of my money to his without him seeing
> and we
> started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even
> some spare money.
>
> The little boy said: 'Thank you God for
> giving me enough money!'
>
> Then he looked at me and added, 'I
> asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure
> I had
> enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give it
> to my sister. He heard me!''
>
> 'I also wanted to have enough money to
> buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God
> for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white
> rose.''
>
> 'My mommy loves white roses.'
>
> A few minutes later, the old lady
> returned and I left with my basket.
>
> I finished my shopping in a totally
> different state of mind from when I started.
>
> I couldn't get the little boy out of my
> mind.
>
> Then I remembered a local news paper
> article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a
> truck, who hit
> a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.
>
> The little girl died right away, and
> the mother was left in a critical
> state. The family had to decide whether
> to pull the plug on the
> life-sustaining machine, because the
> young woman would not be able to recover from the coma.
>
> Was this the family of the little boy?
>
> Two days after this encounter with the
> little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman
> had passed
> away.
>
> I couldn't stop myself as I bought a
> bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where
> the body of
> the young woman was for people to see and make last wishes
> before her
> burial.
>
> She was there, in her coffin, holding a
> beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the
> little boy and
> the doll placed over her chest.
>
> I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling
> that my life had been changed for ever.. The love that the
> little boy
> had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day,
> hard to imagine.
>
> And in a fraction of a second, a drunk
> driver had taken all this away from him.
