September 09, 2005
stephen
There's a kid up here, Stephen, he's got a hole in his heart, he's had it since he was born. Weird thing is, it isn't physical, it doesn't show up on the sonograms or the cat scans... the only way you know he has it is the times when he has to confront a truth that he doesn't like. The truth goes through him like a sword and always seems to find the opening there. You can tell when it happens, his eyes cloud over and he can't speak for a minute or two... then he turns away for a time, breathing hard to keep the blood in, to keep the blood from spilling out. Once or twice he's had to go to the emergency room when he was asleep and the sharp dagger came to him in a dream. blood soaked the sheets, it was all over the sheets -- the wetness of it was what woke him up before it was too late.
He's the best friend you could ask for, he would do anything for you. He's got one kidney left, his sister has the other one.
I asked him if there was anything he could do to get better, to heal.
"Man, this is just something I gotta live with," he told me, "If I try to seal it off the truth will never get in. What would you do?"
good question, Stephen, good question, man.
posted by matthew at 12:59 PM
poor little dude, he needs couch time to learn to take in the truth a little easier, that or a nice pile of sand to stick his head in, you know not watch the news and keep his ears plugged, maybe a blindfold for life, poor poor little bugger! :-(
posted by: Anonymous on September 9, 2005 06:43 PM