Monday, January 23, 2017

Good Sound Advice


“I just want to be like everybody else! Is that too much to ask?!” the little boy sat with tears in his eyes.
The little boy broke down. He covered his burnt face with his scarred burnt hands and sobbed long and hard until his delicate and small body was heaving.
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A man in a dark suit stared at him for a long second. “It’s not often I feel this much sympathy or pity for my clients. but this little fellow truly was a victim of circumstances.” he said.
A random kitchen fire resulted in burns on his lovely little face, upper body and both arms. The man got up out of his chair, walked around the table to the young visitor, slowly he kneeled down to his level. He looked at him, his snot and tears mixing together. You could see the man inwardly winced. The child said the accident happened a year ago. The scars are what his body will look like now.
The kid spoke again, his voice was racked with tears and sobs. “The kids at school, they either laugh at me or stay away from me. I scare everybody, I even scare myself. I can’t look in the mirror. PLEASE HELP ME!” He grabbed the mans arm.
The man patted the scared bald spot on his head where hair would never grow again and smiled at him. “I’m afraid I can’t really help you with your scars. They are going to be there till the day you die, young man. I’m sorry” he said.
The boy wailed as the man continued, “All I can do is give you some advice to help you with your new life.”
The child gave me a bitter sad laugh. It was a laugh that was way too old for him. “Let me guess, you’re gonna tell I should be grateful to be alive and when I get older I’ll be accepted for who I am. Heard it all before, old man.”
The man smirked and shook my head. “Not at all and whoever told you that doesn’t understand the pain you’re going through.” he replied.
The little boy began wiping his eyes, the worst of the sorrowful crying had passed. The man reached into his pocket and pulled out a lighter.
“You can never really be like the other children ever again. But maybe,” the man smiled and gave him a wink. “You can make them all a little bit like you.”
He held out his lighter to boy. The boy took it.