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passe
he remembered with great clarity a memory he had forgotten to tell dr feinstein, surely his earliest one, since he was barely walking. he'd been running on the sidewalk and had fallen down. bawling, he'd been lifted into his mother's arms, and had sat on the porch while she kissed his seemingly unscraped left knee and spread a band-aid across it for good measure. it was after he'd been soothed that he realised emily was screaming, too, and getting the same treatment from her own mother. she'd been right next to him on the sidewalk, although she hadn't fallen. but on her left knee was a brand new mottled bruise. "he cuts himself," his mother had laughed. "and she bleeds." it had happened other times when they were children - chris would get hurt and find emily wincing, or vice versa - she'd tumble off her bike and he'd cry out. the pediatrician called it sympathy pain, said it was something they'd outgrow. they hadn't. the gun slipped on emily's temple, and he suddenly knew that if she killed herself, he would die. maybe not immediately, maybe not with the same blinding rush of pain, but it would happen. you couldn't live for very long without a heart. - the pact by jodi picoult - thank God for my results! i was initially disappointed, but looking back, i have been so blessed by Him. it's so easy to keep thinking that God will give us what we want or He will always give us, what we deem as, good things. but He can give and also, take away. He could have given me a lower gpa, but He didn't! (: it's so human to look at details but not at the bigger picture. God is good! (: |