Category: Writers Block
A guy pal of my son came over this evening and I could not help but to marvel at how well he has done, of how it is he came through this year, the hurts that by others that were inflicted upon him. He hasn't been one to share, so private he is and for my son as well as our family we have just tried to be there for him. Something happened one evening and the next thing we knew he was head all smashed up and in a psy. hospital. Through these months he has recovered, such a gentle one he is, so slowly it seems the bruises have taken time to heal and many days he has spent in our home and many a night on an extra sofa in the living room spending the night... and it is his inner healing of the hurts inflicted that concern me.. So at this close of year as I made mention to him of all it is he has gone through he reminded me that the year is not over... ... ... and we know not if we will be granted to complete this year. Talk about this one jerking me to my sences... It's true, we don't know. We talk of plans for the New Year's Eve and all and yet... ... ... we know not... ... ... As the clock continues to tick-tock onward ... ... ... we inhale, we exhale, we survive... ... ...
So true. One never knows if he will be granted that extra day. Reminds me of my own experiences. I was a fully sighted, able-bodied youth of fourteen, proud of home and country. Then, in less than a minute, I was dying on the ground...
...in less than a minute... and so dying takes place... ... in less than a minute. I think of most recent the Waves washing like walls upoon the people of Indonesia and the various countries... in less than a moment death and destruction has taken place and in these moments that pass more and more are the bodies that both wash a shore as well as those lost to the sea...some survive to tell of their near death moments when they too thot the Wall of Water was about to swollow them alive, some asleep it apppears may never have awoken to know what was about to overtake them.
So many the minutes that pass in our lives, they drift many times effortlessly, time it seems to fly. Then there are those hard minutes when every second counts, moments when the fight of survival ... will life or death be the victor? Then too the lives that seem to hang in the balance. When death sems to hoover like a shroud and the minutes to days turns into months seemingly unending, when one gets so accustumed to "surviving" that it seems was there ever any other way to "live?"
How did you go blind, Bridget?
Well at least you know how the victims of the IRA feel hmm?And to think you joined them christ! I'm not going to say anymore because if I do it will incur a ban for sure.
Alex, I think it really sucks how you are feeling the need to limit your thots in writing due to the thot of possibly be banned. True, your words are so oft like acid being poured forth but you know sometimes there are those things in our lives that need the cleansing that only an acid can bring for it eats away that which is encrusting and smoothering our existence. There were fears in my life that I thot I had dealt with when really I only covered up. Kinda liken unto the the many bodies they have been on the news talking about how when three Walls of Waves washed over an area only to repeatly bring on in more sand to cover bodies that went down at say the first Wall of Water. How these bodies decaying, the smell beyond description and though not seen, sand coved, yet they will one by one need to be unearthed, unsanded as it were, only to be buried... so too fears in my life there were, like decaying bodies that were just under the surface that still stunk like anything and You, Alex, by your manner gave to me the ability to unsand some of these miserable stinking fears as it were... I look at these fears and it has taken almost 30 years to unsand some of them as it were. To conclude, Howard Sterns is needing to come up with $5Million for 5 years for Freedom of Speech on satellite radio.. Alex, if you and Bridgett want to talk it out here I would be all for it, I would like to listen in and so much I desire that threats of bans did not exist. How else are the really great discussions where real learning takes place, how are they to happen if controvery isn't allowed for. If all that is discussed is, "What is your favorite tv program," and the like, how is anything meaningful to be gleaned?
How did I go blind? I was shot...