The following quote was chosen by group members selecting random numbers: 78, 7, and 8. We grabbed the closest book turned to page 78, the 7th paragraph and read the 8th sentence. The book was 'One Hundred Years of Solitude' by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
"Until her last moment on Earth she was unaware that her irreparable fate as a disturbing woman was a daily disaster."
Her moments leading up to her last were spent crying over lost mementos from her most recent trip to Greece with her husband. They had to cut their trip early because they had been robbed. Right after she had gotten her daily massage. She just didn't understand who would take from her. She tipped extremely well and wasn't walking around barking orders like some of the other more shabbily dressed guests.
Her husband was more forgiving of the manner. "They're just things dear," he said while reading the financial times.
"Well I'm going to need to replace of the souvenirs for the girls," she retorted, irritated that he wasn't validating her frustration.
"A better gift to the girls would be extra spending money and us giving them access to the cars." He replied thoughtfully several moments later.
"Oh! I have an idea, honey. Let's go home early and surprise the girls." She started her sentence as if she hadn't even heard or registered his. She had been doing this for years. Expanding on his unspoken (and sometimes spoken, yet unheard) thoughts as if they were her own, To others, looking in, they assumed she didn't hear him or she didn't respect him and wanted all the credit. But for the two of them it was second nature. It was their telepathic connection that had been cultivated during their 49 years of marriage.
She could in 2 seconds hear in his tone, the emphasis he used on the first word, see the slight fur of his brow, the slight tip of his chin and whether or not he tipped his glasses down and she would know the rest. It wasn't that she was dismissing his thoughts it was her embracing them and responding to them instinctively. What was disturbing behavior to the world was made life simple and comforting for him.. He loved her attentiveness to his unspoken thoughts and desires. Her ability to read him and the little effort he needed to make in order to be understood. To him, she was magic. Together they were perfect. When she went it wasn't long before he followed.- not knowing how to cope without that level of connection, understanding, compassion, and unconditional love.
Ubuntu: I am who I am because of who we are.
Esther was born in Utah, raised in Durham (Bull City), North Carolina. Over the last 6 years she has lived in 6 cities, 3 states, and 4 countries. She doesn't like traveling or anything...