An Ordinary Man By Pete Rosky

I met a nice man the other day. I meet lots of nice people. This man was quite ordinary. He had a family. He had a wife and 2 sons. One of his sons was 7 years old, and had a terrible disease that would cut his life short. He would be lucky to live out his teens.

The emotions I felt when talking with this man were so strong, I nearly cried just conversing with him. The strength it must take to live life knowing that no matter what you do, you will witness the death of your child is something I will never know, and I doubt I have that strength.

I asked him how he dealt with this, and he said "you have no choice, you deal with it." I don't know if this is true. I've run away from obligations, as have plenty of people I know. I've made lots of mistakes in my life. We all have. But, the attitude this man displayed, and the obvious love he had for his child left me in awe.

When we parted, I didn't want to say goodbye. I wanted to help him. I wanted to save his child. I wanted to tell him everything would be fine. But, I don't have that power, and he knows the truth. He knows that there is no hope. He knows he has to cherish every moment.

I don't believe in god. I don't believe things always happen for a reason. I don't know why this kind of thing happens. I do know that I have more respect for the way this man is dealing with his situation than I do for most of the people I have met in my life.

I really wish there was a happy ending to this story, but there won't be.


in Brisbane, Queensland, Australia

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