The curtain falls. I leap to my feet, applauding.
The
credits roll. I sit in the darkness, utterly transfixed.
The book concludes. I
hold it in my hands, a different person than I was before.
“That’s it!” I say. “The arts! Words! Shows! Theater! Film! That’s
where my heart is!”
But then I go to work at the hospital. And there is a
patient who is crying in fear after the doctor discloses her diagnosis. And I
hold her hand, listen to her speak. And she stops crying.
How many places can my heart be without it breaking into pieces?
So this is what i missed! Utterly fantastic. The last half (and that last line) so good and rings so true.
ReplyDeleteReally, really love this.