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I continued to tell my story. "What got me in the 1968 segment of the documentary was a Viet Cong woman discovering a dead man's body, presumably her husband's. She fell to her knees, doubled over and began rocking and wailing."
I stopped to look out the window again, then spoke. "I did the same thing when I saw the tall Marine Lt. holding a yellow sheet of paper in his hand in the doorway of my summer workplace. He began reading it, but I didn't hear a word he said above my own wailing. I was slumped over, rocking back and forth crying out 'no, no, no.' " But it was true. • • • Can you see why I identified with this woman?
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Joyce Fields
10/18/2018 12:29:28 pm
Robin, grief knows no boundaries--nationality, skin color, etc. It's the same no matter who you are.
Robin Gaiser
10/22/2018 05:29:52 pm
How I would LOVE to see you on the 16th.
Don McGowan
10/18/2018 10:08:00 pm
Grief, sorrow, and loss are such universal human conditions; they are not bound by culture, or race, or even class. You would almost have to wonder why, by now, the human species has not evolved to a state where these experiences would have taught us how to avoid the behaviors that lead those outcomes. What is at work here that does not teach us how to get beyond them?
Robin Gaiser
10/22/2018 05:27:05 pm
The sense of other is built in and reinforced. Distance, color, cultural differences.........we separate easily. A pecking order of sorts. Leave a Reply. |
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