Reflection ~ Sometimes there are not enough rocks

30 Mar

Went to Sandy Point today for a training walk and to do some photography and self reflection.  Trying to clear my head of things that have been clouding it.  It has been a little more than a week since Rabbi spoke in his sermon about rape and I am still trying to either digest it, or put it aside, or I just don’t know.  It hit close, it hit hard, it hit.  I was about to get up and leave in the middle of the sermon when a friend leaned over and whispered “I would be the one in jail as I would have killed the person who raped my daughter”… I leaned back over and said “I wish you had been my father”… no other words spoken, he put his arm around me, I teared up, and remained for the rest of the service.  Was a hard evening, even to try to type 8 days later.

Today while walking and reflecting, I was reminded of the scene from Forrest Gump when Jenny and Forrest walk by the house where Jenny’s father lived; the home where Jenny was abused.  She began throwing rocks at the abandoned home.  She fell to the ground after throwing several, Forrest walked over and said “Sometimes, I Guess There Just Aren’t Enough Rocks”… truer words have never been spoken.


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