Friday, May 21, 2010
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
I recently had a conversation with someone
It began with a simple question,
“How many siblings do you have?”
“10”, she answered.
“Wow, so many?”
“Oh, but same father, same mother only 3.”
“I see.”
I didn’t press the issue and moved on a different line of questions. I couldn’t help but wonder about the life of someone who’s been through the things she’s been through. In that brief half hour I heard a story that seemed too bad to be true, a dramatic clichéd portrayal of someone who has it bad in life. But it is/was somebody’s life, not a bad movie script and apparently it’s not as uncommon as I previously thought. How does life get so bad? Why is it so difficult for some and so easy for others?
“It must have been difficult for you.”
“Yes, very.”
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Does your heart break too?
“How many siblings do you have?”
“10”, she answered.
“Wow, so many?”
“Oh, but same father, same mother only 3.”
“I see.”
I didn’t press the issue and moved on a different line of questions. I couldn’t help but wonder about the life of someone who’s been through the things she’s been through. In that brief half hour I heard a story that seemed too bad to be true, a dramatic clichéd portrayal of someone who has it bad in life. But it is/was somebody’s life, not a bad movie script and apparently it’s not as uncommon as I previously thought. How does life get so bad? Why is it so difficult for some and so easy for others?
“It must have been difficult for you.”
“Yes, very.”
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Does your heart break too?
