Coming to Terms
Coming to TermsIt’s not a light bulb that suddenly turns on. It’s not a bolt of lightning that strikes you without pain. It’s more like a boot; a steel toe boot that literally drops out of the sky and kicks you directly in the face, knocking out the majority of your teeth and smashing your nose into a bloody mess. That’s more what it’s like when you come to a realization. All that talk of a magical epiphany is left in the dust while the boot moves on to its next victim. It doesn’t let you see through some new set of eyes; it dulls your other senses so that all you can do is see. You see what you’ve been missing for a long time. Being a person of many passionate convictions, its fair to say that I’ve had to have facial reconstructive surgery quite a few times.It most notably happened my sophomore year of college, taking a class called “Cubans in the USA .” Of course my family warned me that the professor was a raging communist, known for such ghastly evils as not believing in the embargo, questioning the motives of the Cuban American National Foundation, and, dare I say it, not thinking that Fidel Castro was the anti-Christ in the flesh! (Oh no! Stone Him!) So sure enough, the first day I went in, wearing a Cuban flag pendant, guns ablaze, ready to strike down this hedonistic infidel with my passionate patriotism. But something happened. He told us to give him a chance . . . read more.
July 03, 2010 04:35 AM