|
|
|
|
|
|
|
The Question
Beneath the Quest |
-------We really never know what kind
of excess baggage children carry around inside of them. We all go
through life with many secret insecurities locked away. Fear of
vulnerability often forces us into hiding, but sometimes special
people or extraordinary circumstances can crack open the shell.
-------I knew a bright, happy boy.
On the exterior, you would have considered him a perfect child.
He was so full of life; kind, gentle. He never seemed to get in
anyone's way.
-------Lurking deep beneath the handsome
smiling face there were two invisible elements; one physical, the
other entirely emotional. The physical malady rested in his body,
unknown even to himself until it had taken its toll. Cancer took
his life at a very early age. The infirmity lying within this child's
mind took longer to reveal itself to those around him, though somewhere
locked between his conscious and subconscious thoughts it had plagued
him throughout his short life.
-------As his health deteriorated he
never gave up the fight. He worked at living his life even as death
began to take the upper hand. When the inevitability of his untimely
death became apparent even to himself, he felt compelled to answer
the question no one knew to ask; the inquiry he'd carried with him
most of his life. He looked at his mother and father, who had adopted
him as an infant and offered his reply to the silent quandary. "I
guess my real mother didn't want me because I was a boy and she
wanted a girl."
-------A life of love from his adoptive
family had created a beautiful child, yet somehow it wasn't enough.
He couldn't leave the world in peace until he found some sufficient
reason why he had been rejected as an infant. Knowing the child
as I did, I feel assured he found that peace within.
© 2004 - The Trill House |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|