If You've Ever Been Crushed By Life...Hope
Standing there, under the moonlight, I call to the girls, clad in dance uniforms, to come to the van so we can leave dance. My friend turns to me and says, "How are you?" "I'm...o.k." Liar. "Tired. Me, I'm tired." He looked tired. As tired as I felt. "Just twenty or so more years of tired. That's what we have isn't it? It'll be that long before we get some peace, get some quiet, right?" Him, parked, with his big twelve passenger van next to my twelve passenger van packed full of eight kids, my six plus two carpoolers, in the frantic rush of dance practice and dinner and doing. "Don't tell me that. There's got to be hope. Hope? That's all I've got right now." And all this week, all I've heard running in my head are just these words: Overwhelmed. Crushed by life. Unable. And I can't seem to get it together. I've felt it long and deep, this crushing, this breaking...