The boy is eight when his mother dies. Her death floods him with a grief he’s far too young to comprehend. He vows never to cry, lest he look weak.
Left to fester, his grief becomes shame—a shame that infects everything.
He feels unworthy, undeserving of love.
Later, his brain’s learned response to trauma of any kind will be shame.
In high school, he will do poorly in Algebra – Shame.
In college, he will self medicate – Shame.
One day he’ll lose his job – Shame.
Divorce – Shame.
He will point a finger always at himself, never at God.
Shame.
very sad….
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Heartbreaking but so very beautiful. Most truths are.
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“He will point a finger always at himself, never at God.”
Wow!
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This one eats away at you.
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