Mea culpa letter from a father
After writing the previous post, (the why), I looked out the window and saw a woman riding in a stroller to a child about eight years. Passed him another child on a bike and greeted him. Should be a classmate. Then I started thinking how I have the right to complain or demoralizing, if at the end of the day my children are in good health. I can not imagine what it is to have a disabled child and the child must feel when he sees his friends can walk and move and he is tied to his wheelchair. It must be awful. Because when someone is paralyzed as an adult, at least it has enjoyed since his childhood ... but still very hard. Always
worse everywhere you look. Quadriplegics are much worse than lame. Those with degenerative disease, worse. Those who have been so because of a crime or an attack, also feel the anger of knowing that is the fault of another. That must be terrible. But almost worse knowing you have the guilt of having left one person so if you have the consciousness in the form. Because of terrorism there are dozens of people in that situation. I do not understand how someone can be capable of causing something consciously. Overall, I concluded that I complain vice. Sometimes you have to look around a bit and not stay focused on yourself.
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