Oh Wow! I wasn't expecting you to put God as our business partner at the end. I was too busy getting mad at the man in the story who kept the 100%.
Great story plot, btw. You certainly zeroed in on the man's ingratitude effectively. I guess, we all experience a bit of that ingratitude at one time or another in our lives. A big Ooops!
I admire you for your honesty and attitude on this subject. It's so true how the victims/survivors have been treated as the one's who have done the wrong and blamed unjustly.
Very few have had compassion towards the woman.
I was 19 , when it was over given the gun that was held on me. The police wanted to charge me for having it. They treated me like dirt and I left before the rape kit came. I went back to work and didn't talk about for decades except to my best friend.
Thanks for understanding...
"On this tiny raft
I shall cross the river of life.
When twilight descends,
I shall discard and heed it no more.
Let it drift away.
Then what shadows, what lights!
I am a pilgrim of the Unknown,
That is my Joy.
It raises and resolves
All my conflicts.
No sooner has the Known bound me fast in her net,
Than appears the Unknown
And it bewilders me!
The Unknown is my helmsman,
My deliverance!
With him is my covenant.
His love is terrible,
With his terror he breaks my fear,
He heeds not the caution of the old.
Breaking the shell,
He frees the pearl.
Perhaps you brood and ask if the past returns,
And the raft pulls alongside the old pier.
No, it will not.
You are afraid of what lies ahead,
Are you so poor
That only the past is you?
O poet! the hour has struck;
End thy banquet.
The waves flow in the flood-tide.
He has not yet shown his face,
Therefore my heart throbs.
In what form shall the Unknown come to me?
In what new colors, at the shore of what sea?"
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