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Walking Into A Chapter of Someone Else's Life



I'm posting now, a series of draft posts I had started and didn't finalize til now. This one I started back in 2010 and here it finally is, three years later.

I was at the San Diego Wild Animal Park today. It was 10 am and the park had just opened.We were making a stop to the restroom when we saw a teenage angry boy with Down Syndrome yell to his mother "Bitch!" He was angry.

She called out to him but it only made him more distressed, and he called out more vulgarities to her. His mom stayed calmed and warned him they would go back home. The teen headed towards the men's bathroom and I could see my own seven year old son hesitate to go in so I called to my son to use the adjacent family restroom.

When my own sons would act up when they were younger, I've had to make the decision to leave events because of their behavior. At theme parks we would make the mistake of stopping by a shop and they would end up crying because they wanted something. I've driven home with my youngest son crying the whole way kicking and screaming because he didn't get the $40 sword he wanted.

The family did go home. I wonder if things got better once they left or if she experienced what I have only with a much bigger son.

We walk into a chapter of someone else's life each time we cross paths. I've come across instances when I just pray for the different families or individuals I see that are going through a difficult chapter or moment.


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This is also from an older draft post. I've since been part of a show, an extraordinary experience I still have to blog about but I'd thought I'd still post these earlier thoughts.

I love writing so just having a story out their in print or online and getting commented on I thought was enough but as I was recently told by an actor, when your story is told on stage its a completely different experience because of the interaction between the actors and the audience.

In this play I definitely felt the chemistry. Now and days and even back in the old days it was so hard to make a motion picture. To tell one of our stories would cost thousands of dollars and an experienced Hollywood budget and staff. At CASA 0101 what you need is an idea and some ganas to make your story into a play. And best of all its a community event with a very grass roots feel.