Friday, September 25, 2009

Desperate

My parents and my brother are in the living room fighting about my health. My brother says, if anything, this is what I must fight for. Not grades, not others, me. I think that is what most hurts me about the whole thing- knowing that when I'm in pain, I am very blind to the human condition around me. A girl today, a regular at the cafe, came in. She is mentally handicapped and couldn't count the correct change. Instead of realizing she needed help, I waited the longest time before asking her. I'm sure she was very embarassed, for when I did, she said, "yeah, i..." and fumbled with her words. At the same moment, a gentleman customer gave me $5, and told me to use it for her purchase. What an amazing individual. He knew she was in trouble and he responded with such benevolence.

I'm so grateful for people who are willing to fight for me. Maybe it really is Jesus.

1 comment:

une homme said...

The human condition sets the parameters for how we negotiate the world. Elaine Scary (The Body in Pain) claims that pain is the most immediate reality; so intense, in fact, that the person's world shrinks to fit the confines of their physical reality. Keep the faith, dear. People only fight for things they truly care for.