Sunday Mass

I remember a time when I was young, I think just starting junior high school, around the time when it became all too obvious there was only one way my life could go. I was in church with my parents (Roman Catholic Sunday mass), and I was sitting in between my mother and a man who’d been in a car accident. He wore a neck brace, leg braces, and the kind of crutches that attach to the arms. Before long, he fell asleep, and my mother whispered to me to wake him up, but I wouldn’t. Her whispering grew louder and […]