J. Ray
2002-11-17, 2:59 p.m.
A boy at work... a little boy named J. Ray... colored me a picture today... He shyly slid it to me, slipped behind the folds of his mother's skirt... "He just loves you so much, Miss Crystal. We both just love you so much"... tears in her eyes. his name lazily, loopily scrawled on the back... a dog. some flowers. his little body ravaged by chemo... As I watched his tiny, shiny bald head bob down the hall, riding his IV pole, I sat behind the linen cart and cried... Whose god is behind all of this? Everyday, I become less of a believer... With every fucking child I hear vomitting in shiny pink buckets, I lose more faith. Whose god is doing this? Whose god is allowing this to happen?
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