I think the bus is a great metaphor for living with someone like Beth. I loved the book and a thought occurred to me at the end of it. I obviously did a lot of relating to this book because of Brittany. Anyway, my thought was this....Rachel has such a hard time relating at times to her sister, and I just had the overwhelming thought of the fact that these folks "get" that they are different, they know that they aren't like everyone else. Yet they just accept if for the most part. But, imagine how exhausting and frustrating it must be for them to have that knowledge and not be able to do anything about it. They have no choice but to just go ahead with who they are and I just wonder if anyone ever thinks or realizes that these folks can get as down and sad about relating to us and we can with them. I don't know if this is making any sense. I just laid in bed one night after "dealing" with Britt and feeling pitiful about it and thought, I wonder if she ever gets tired of it too. Very humbling.
But for the most part, Britt brings such joy to my life. I feel that she really is a miracle and she helps me stay grounded. Lucky me!!!!
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