Blindfold
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I lost a friend last week to Sickle Cell Disease. She was 25
years old. All of her friends and family knew that she was constantly in and
out of the hospital. We knew she was in pain but we closed our eyes to it and
said, “Keep fighting, you’re so strong. You’ll be better soon.” It was in her
last moments that she spoke and asked for one thing, for us to open our eyes to
her reality.
Daily, we wear these blindfolds of naivety that shield us
from the uncomfortable truth of people’s reality. We pass the man begging for
food on the side of the road as if he’s invisible. Not caring that he is still
a human being with a story that probably took a wrong turn. No, instead we
treat our pet with more respect and dignity. We pretend not to see when someone
is being abused because it’s just not our business. It’s not for us to get
involved, because if they really wanted to they would just leave. As if it’s
ever that simple. When a friend needs a shoulder to cry on, we rather give them
weightless comforting words that only comfort ourselves, than sit with them in
their sorrow and acknowledge their hurt. And when someone dies, we distance
ourselves from the awkwardness, pain, and heartbreak that comes with loss. Most
people don’t know the right thing to say and simply say, “I’m sorry for your
loss,” as if that would suffice and then keep it pushing. It’s when loss hits
home, that’s often what makes us stop. It freezes time for those impacted even
when everyone else moves on.
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