Monday, January 23, 2006

The Crying Game


I had a student come into the class crying today. It doesn't matter why, but as I sat there and watched her blubbering and as I shifted and shuffled in my discomfort (Do I offer her a tissue? Do I tell her everything is going to be okay?), I was reminded of something. I was reminded of the simultaneously beautiful and ugly truth. On a daily basis, we deal with babies. Yes, some do drugs and have sex, but they are still babies. They are so fragile. So, why do we put up with babies every single day?

Ultimately, I think we do it because we have a need to see what the human heart can hold. Obviously, we don't do it to see how much our pockets can hold.

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