[PG-13: Just giving fair warning, this one is going be a little intense. If you are looking for something fun or light, check out an older post. If you choose to tread ahead, I look forward to your thoughts.]
He seemed to have it all. Lights brightened as he entered the classroom, twinkling in his smile as he was surrounded by friends and swooning girls. To see him play, you'd think he was a gazelle, all speed and grace. Looks, athleticism, friends, girls and a shotgun, which found its way to the roof of his mouth, leaving dreams dripping into sticky puddles around his feet.
Word traveled quick currents down the locker filled halls of high school, warping with each whisper. Cheerleaders crumbled in corners, red and white outfits stained black with tears. Heaviness hung in the air, driving shoulders further to the ground, leaving no one unscathed.
Having everything doesn't matter when life seems meaningless. We all strive to make sense out of life, some faith, others reason for something that is real among the crowded plastic. When we give up searching, the madness invades and we run for the exit sign seeking escape!
Slowly beeping the heart monitor measured his recovery, a twitch saving his life, leaving a twisted mass of skin graffed flesh and one lone eye. Seeing him come through the metal doors into the foyer crowded with silent statues staring, something had changed. Losing everything, he gained something that much sweeter, a second chance, not just for life, but to live.
Arriving home tonight the house is draped in darkness, power out, I fumble around searching for something to pierce the inky air. Toes and knees become magnets for bruises and abrassions as I fumble for the flashlight on my sons bed. Clicking it on, the array of toys and bed posts that assailed me gain form.
We all need a flashlight.