I wish I would’ve asked this while they were letting me go. They were faceless strangers, interlopers into my calm world, yet they came in like savages and upset my peace. I wonder if they know my name. I wonder if they care. I suppose it really doesn’t matter. They don’t know my real name. They don’t know who I really am. They never will. Well, maybe one day when I write a book and I can tell my story. When I can tell my true story. They are the storm clouds venturing around the country breaking dreams and destroying homes and hope in one foul swoop. I hope there is a special place in hell reserved for people like that. At the very least I hope their creator looks upon them with a bit of shame in their eyes…
“You failed your test this go ’round.”
I hope I am not failing mine.
I am determined to pass through all of this.
I hope you are too…