saving a life

{inspired by a true story, names changed for privacy}

for Carl, saving a life was very hands-on
holding the gashes on Shea’s wrists shut
while the paramedics rushed
much, much too slowly
to her side

I was tempted to think he must be lying
not because I didn’t believe him
but because I didn’t want
the awful story
to be true

but the misery in his eyes made it clear:
although he too wished it were not true
the dreadful fact was
she attempted to
end her life

he was there
and because he was
she survived another day
and another, and then another
at this point in the story his eyes got brighter

every day
she wanted to die
but chose to live life instead
he helped her to begin to believe
the awful story could (and would) be redeemed

at her side
slowly, but surely
as the scars on her wrists healed
she learned to cling to hope, love, and faith
for Shea, saving a life was very hands-on

the Beethoven argument, revisited

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The Beethoven argument in a nutshell:
“Abortion may deprive us of the next Beethoven”
The classic rebuttal:
“And it may save us from the next Hitler”

The Beethoven argument revisited:
the short film above

Genius {in my opinion}

Instead of simply arguing that a life saved may make a great impact
the story here offers hope that any life invested in may make a great impact

Life is valuable
And I don’t just mean the unborn life
Because this story is about the mother

“Discordant notes ruin the symphony.
What if you embrace the discordant note?
And use it to start a new melody.”

what is death?

quiet sometimes
much too loud at times
inescapable for all

is death a normal thing?
if yes then why recoil at a

a child dies
everyone agrees
that this is not as it should be
in life

in life
as in death
the comings and the goings
fatigue the one who tries to fathom

what is this?
an unasked-for journey
trudging though time for what?

ever growing
until the growth stops short
at two weeks or two-hundred years comes

the end
or is it the beginning?
what will happen to you when you

the sequel will be published on Monday… {what is life?}

darkness AKA depression {a short story}

Depression is real. I know, because I’ve faced it. And I know others who have too. The following is a fictional account of what many of us are feeling… If you’re feeling something like this, reach out. Send the text. Talk to someone. I know it’s hard to believe, but there is light. Ask someone to help you see it.

I tried the self-talk
I tried the meds
I tried just dragging myself out of bed every day and pretending it didn’t exist

But the darkness followed me

You didn’t know, because I smiled
I covered the dark circles with makeup and my Facebook wall with nice things
You didn’t know because I didn’t want you to know

You didn’t know that when I got home after the movie
I sat in front of the mirror and cried, just to see the mascara run
Because the black streaks looked the way I felt

You didn’t know that when I called in sick last week
I lay there, coughing and wondering if anything was really wrong with me
Because sometimes I can’t sort out truth from lies

You didn’t know that when I joked about needing a nap
I had gone to sleep at seven the night before and gotten plenty of rest
Because it’s not sleep deprivation, it’s depression

You didn’t know any of it
And you still don’t
But I need you to

So I tap out a text:
I would do anything to escape this darkness
My thumb hovers over the send button

Then, without hardly knowing it
I touch it

I wait
An eternity
And wonder why I bothered you

I should stop bothering people
Free them up to live their happy lives
Without this sad “friend” dragging them down.

The text comes in silently
My phone is always on silent when I’m alone
You’ll get thru this

I wish it were that easy
To just leave the darkness
You think I can, but I can’t

Another text
I know you can, because I have
Come over…we can talk about it

I didn’t know
You suffered in silence too
Here I thought I was alone

Those two little text messages
Make a world of difference
They let in a sliver of light


photo credit Mark Newhouse