262/365 Another Deborah
After some late-night dancing and hot-tubbing, we speed toward home on Rock Creek Parkway into an oncoming raccoon. Deborah looks back, gasps, tells me to hold on, hits the accelerator. She always understands what needs to be done and does it, damn the pain.
posted by Indigo Bunting at 5:52 AM
7 Comments:
Wow. Just wow.
Your post reminds me of something I read in one of Margaret Laurence's books (did you ever read her? She's Canadian). There was a section in one of them (I forget which one, but we were forced to read it in school) where one of the characters strangled a bunch of baby birds because they were slowly dying; it always stayed with me (even though the title of the book didn't) because it was so powerfully horrible.
Damn the pain!
LOVE IT!
Helen: I haven't read Margaret Laurence but will look her up. Anytime animals are killed in books and movies it makes an impression, I think. I find it terribly painful and was amazed and impressed that Deborah could do what she did to put a severely suffering raccoon who wasn't going to make it out of its misery.
That gave me goosebumps. I admire Deborah's courage.
Watched my father-in-law kill a deer that my husband's aunt had struck accidentally with her van last winter.,when it obvisouly wasn't going to get up out of the ditch (probably a broken back). It does take something--something I don't think I have, even though I should.
Bridgett: Exactly. I should have it. I don't think I do.
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