Tonight, I was reminded of a girl I met, while I was living in Toulouse, France. She was in school (high school, I believe), and doing a temporary internship at the place where I was doing my volunteering. She was from a small country that was at war (and it might still be, but I haven’t kept up with the news). She had a boyfriend and a baby of her own, in addition to a younger sister, I believe. She taught me much.
What I was discussing with my mom tonight is how relative things are in life. Just as in Aesop’s last fable today, with the bunny rabbits about to drown themselves in their exhaustion of living in fear, and suddenly discovering the frogs at the pond afraid of them, causing them to realize that someone had it worse off than they did, so is life. No matter what one’s struggles and turmoils, there’s always someone worse off. And I feel like our turmoils and struggles are saddening next to the real turmoils and struggles of other parts of the world. This girl spoke to me about her country of origin, and how they moved to France. And, when she spoke about it all, it were as though she were telling me about a class project, or how she went grocery shopping yesterday. Those, however, were not the subject matter. What I remember most of her story, is how people broke into her house one day/night, beat up her parents (and possibly her, too), and then took her father. Her family tried offering money as a ransom for her father’s return, but no information was even received regarding her father – they never found out if he even was alive or dead, or who had taken him. Just some men, she’d said.
I mean it that it were as though she were telling me about what she did yesterday after work/school. She was not sad in her words, nor was she hauntingly depressed in her eyes or spirit. She was living life as I was, and merely sharing about something. ‘Yeah, I don’t know where Josh went after dinner, but he left. We called him, but never got a response. Maybe he went home, instead of coming for coffees with us.’ That’s was the easiness with which she spoke – no premeditation or practice. It was just what’s so, and so that was how she told it.
I say a prayer for the world tonight.