We forget sometimes how much the world can hurt. It can hurt people we love … people we don’t ... people caught in the middle … even, people who’d give anything, if they could just never ever get hurt again. But sometimes, the hurt can’t be avoided. It’s just coming at us and can’t be stopped. It’s in us and can’t be seen … or is lying next to us in the dark … waiting. But sometimes, it doesn’t come at all. Sometimes, we get this other thing that filter down out of nowhere and stays just long enough to give us hope. Sometimes … rarely … barely – but just when we need it the most and expect it the least, we get a break.
In Plain Sight
Father Goes West
3-31-10
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