When I was 15 a very wild boy moved to my town. He was 17 and frankly he was hell on wheels. Maybe that was why I found him irresistible from day one. He gave me my very first kiss. He drove like a mad man but to this day I've never seen one better to this day. He taught me something much more important and I've never forgotten it. I watched him be judged and treated so unfairly that he didn't stand a chance at being accepted. No one took the time to see the good in him but me. I knew it was in him, I watched him try to make amends but a town full of people had found him guilty at first sight. I certainly wouldn't want my beliefs to be judged by that.
Anyway I've talked to him on and off throughout the years. He has three kids and two of them are the same age as my kids. His oldest, his only daughter, was in a car accident and had to have brain surgery. She nearly died and to this day she's not regained full brain activity. Now his 16 y/o son has cancer. They fought it and thought it was gone but it's back and it's in his bones. I don't know what that means and my friend can only talk about it in small doses. I can't see how this boy can fight it. My friend thinks it's some sort of karma for the things he did as a teen. I think if that's how that worked the whole town that judged him would be sick.
I'm at a crossroads with my headache. I find no relief and so I've sat down and refuse to choose a path. No surgery, but no stronger meds. It's not going away and honestly death would be kinder for everyone. I would take my old boyfriend's son's cancer. I mean that. it's not empty words. I would take it gladly.
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