It doesn’t seem like a deadly sin,
not really. Not when it’s a word used to describe people who build businesses from nothing or compose music or raise kids to be productive members of society. Maybe I need a biblical refresher, but I don’t see how it’s a sin at all. It’s associated with hard work, confidence and accomplishments. Sure, someone can feel that way about the wrong things. I suppose a murderer feels accomplished after a day’s work, but on the whole, I think it’s a rather positive quality. Besides, would a pack of nature’s most regal animals be named after a truly deadly sin? If it’s good enough for lions, it’s good enough for me.
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She imagined it started the same way the Grand Canyon was formed — one rain drop. One tear. One hairline fracture in the hard-packed dirt. She wasn’t sure which rain drop began turning her life into a vast canyon. Perhaps it started when she was 25, and her husband shouted at her in a drunken rage for the first time and pushed her into their dining room table. Maybe the bruise left on her hip was the first crack. Or maybe it was when she was 14, and her favorite brother joined the army. Maybe the first crack formed when she kissed his cheek and told him goodbye. Or maybe it was years before all that. Maybe the first crack formed when she was six, and her beloved dog Duke was hit by a car. Maybe her tears in bed that night created the first splinter. Whatever it was, it had eroded and grown infinitely larger, creating a vast crevice in her life. Now, at 86, she looked out at the Grand Canyon for the first time, it’s layers and history, a river still cutting it even deeper, and she could somehow relate, as though this beautiful, awe-inspiring canyon were a kindred soul.
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AuthorPaige Yungermann is from St. Charles, MO. She is a teacher in Surat Thani, Thailand ArchivesCategories |