The Empty Canoe

 

It’s really been a turn down week. You know, you take it all in stride, you digest, you analyze, and then you try to move on. Psychologists tell us that’s the thing to do. No matter what, garbage in, garbage out. But there’s just something about little girls getting washed out of their beds at 3 AM and the rush to find their bodies before they are lost forever. And then the psychologists call it closure. First, we unalive all the psychologists! Some doors never close. Some things you just can’t get over. People are not supposed to survive their children.

During this time, I did a bit of self examination. At first I, like many of you thought yes, it’s bad, but bad things happen to good people. But the faces kept coming. And the news services kept trying to push the story behind other stories, but the girls just kept coming back. Then the funerals with entire towns lining the streets to say goodbye to one more little princess. Little girl who days before would be canoeing in the very river that would ultimately take her life. The people affected asked God  why and those with inquiring minds either blamed God or denied His very existence. There is a fine line between God and God Damn!

In my examination of self I looked at my company, Witt and Wittier Films. And I don’t care how large, or small it is, when you are turning out products that win international awards and end up on Amazon Prime you’re a tad above scrawling something on a bathroom wall. And the pressure distracts you. And you try to move on. But God said NO! This is why you’re there. As the XYZ Generation asks for reasons and the sexually confused antagonists try to shovel their half baked theories out to anybody stupid enough to listen, they’re has to be at least one voice crying in the wilderness. Telling the kids yes it’s bad, but it’s gonna be ok. No, you will never forget. Some nights you will cry as if it just happened. But there is a light at the end of the tunnel. You all will see it some day, and on that day there will be no more tears. On that day the river will flow peacefully, and the canoes will all be there. The ones you can see, and the ones you can’t see. Bon Voyage little ladies. We’ll  all be along in a little while.

 

 

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