Ash Wednesday Memories

                                    

                                         Just about a year ago a conversation took place.

Three people in a kitchen.

They did not realize I could hear them.

I was accused and convicted of intentionally breaking a chair.

Nobody spoke to me about it.

The decision was made.

I was condemned.

That chair was cracked when I began to use it.

My using it did, of course, make it worse.

But I never intentionally destroyed a piece of furniture.

That information was not sought or considered.

Blame was simply assigned.

The only reason I mention it at all is that using the broken chair was causing me pain.

Another chair, uncracked, has been in use for almost a year.

Not broken in the least.

Perfectly fine.

I am going to be fine as well.

Is anyone interested in THAT information?