My friend told me of something she had once read, describing our lives as a sort of window from which we look out. As we sit behind this glass, we are granted a view of our world and the people and experiences in it. With each blow that comes our way- be it painful words or experiences, divorce, or the death of a loved one- our glass takes a hit. At times it leaves a tiny ding-hardly distinguishable- but at other times, the blow can leave behind terrible damage, permanently distorting our view.
She spoke with heart-felt tenderness of someone who she holds very dear, who by no fault of her own views life through a tragically cracked and damaged window.
We all know and love people who suffer likewise. ...And standing by and watching them suffer because of those long-ago damages, sometimes for an entire lifetime, can be almost as painful as the blows themselves.
As my friend spoke, I thought of those people who I hold dear to my heart who suffer similarly and my heart ached.
