What Happened My First Day On The Job As An Official Human Care Bear

Being a human Care Bear means I get to spread love and happiness all day, and still have time for snacks and naps. I’m basically an unstuffed teddy bear who gets a paycheck from the universe.

When I first purchased my Calming Heart Bear, I had no idea the journey that it would take me on. As an official human Care Bear, my mission was to spread love, positivity, and kindness wherever I went. Little did I know that my first day on the job would put my skills to the test in a way I never could have imagined.

After I had purchased my first care bear in years, I felt a strong urge to go outside with my family and sit in the sun with my new bear.

As I sat outside with my new stuffed co-worker, enjoying the beautiful weather and chatting about what it meant to be a Care Bear, a little girl wandered into our yard. She looked to be about my daughter’s age, and she was alone. My heart sank as I looked around for any sign of her parent or caretaker, but there was no one in sight.

“ Hey there!!! ” I said, trying to sound friendly. “Are you lost?”

The girl waved back at me and pointed to my care bear. She completely ignored my question, but instead, she asked me a question. “ Where did you get that?”

“ I got it today from Walmart, do you want to hold it? She’s extra soft.”

She nodded her head yes, and for a few brief minutes bonded with my bear before she saw my daughter and handed the bear back to me.

I could see her face light up with excitement. NEW PLAYMATE ALERT

As she played with my daughter, I still tried to pry and ask questions without making her feel like she was in any trouble.

Where’s your mom? Do you live nearby? You’re not hurt, are you?

The girl shook her head and started to pout and stomp her feet.

My mother came over to see what was going on, and she tried to talk to the girl too. But the girl huffed and puffed and shook her head in response to any questions we asked.

“ I want to play,” she said.

We didn’t want to scare her or make her feel more upset, so we let her play with my daughter and our Care Bear while we tried to figure out what to do.

I felt a strong urge to call the police. However, as a Black person, I usually feel hesitant about calling the police. I would be lying to you if I said I don’t hold my breath and pray nothing goes wrong every time a cop crosses my path.

That fear was also combined with the fear of overreacting or making things worse. Or maybe it was the hope that the girl’s parent or caretaker would come looking for her soon. Working through my internal fears I just knew at the moment, my priority was to keep the little girl safe until we reunited her with her guardian.

“We should call the leasing office,” I suggested. “Maybe her mom is up there looking for her.”

We called the leasing office, but no one answered. An hour had passed. I didn’t want to call the police still, but as more time passed, it became clear that we might need to take that step. We were about to call the police when a woman frantically appeared on the hill the little girl had come from. She was wandering around and calling out for her daughter.

I waved her down.

“Excuse me!” she called out as she spotted me waving my arms like crazy. “Have you seen a little girl around here?”

My heart leaped with joy as I told her that her daughter was playing with us in the yard.

The woman rushed over to us, tears streaming down her face. “Thank God,” she said, hugging her daughter tightly. The woman was crying so hard, and I could feel the relief in her voice as she thanked me for keeping her daughter safe. She explained that she had fallen asleep and woke up to find her door ajar and her daughter missing. I didn’t judge her, knowing how easy it can be to become exhausted as a parent. Instead, I focused on ensuring that the little girl was safe and reunited with her mother.

She thanked me again for keeping her daughter safe, hugging me.

“I don’t want to imagine what could’ve happened if you hadn’t found her,” she said.

“I’m just glad we could help,” I said, smiling at the little girl. “Your daughter is so sweet.”

We talked for a bit more before they left.

I felt good to have been able to help in some way. As a human Care Bear, it is my job to spread love and kindness wherever I am. But on that day, I learned that being a Care Bear also meant being responsible and compassionate in unexpected situations.

I’m also very thankful I obliged my inner urge to go sit in the yard at that specific time. This is why I always believe in divine timing.

Thank you for taking the time to read my story. Sending you love, light, and care bear hugs

Fanchon Octavia ✨❤️💕