We received this letter las Monday morning. We did not know whether to publish it or not. Now, we feel we have to.
Dear Sir or Madame,
I have always been a model religious woman since I first read the Holy Bible. I have always gone to church every Sunday morning. I have carried out with all the blessed sacraments. I married my first boyfriend still being virgin at the age of nineteen.
For several years, God was the answer to everything. I had been so blind, living in a world of lies, in a parallel reality. All I wanted was my family to be the perfect image you can find printed on any catholic book. However, a year ago, all of a sudden, I changed my mind.
I always believed Adrian, my only son, a weak-willed, sensitive and shy boy. The way he used to trudge, as if he was tired or afraid of something made him look quite strange. Nevertheless, I did not care much about it as long as he remained on the ¨path of God¨.
When Adrain was seventeen, a year and a half ago, he faced all his fears when he told my husband and I about Jack, his boyfriend. Confused and frustrated, I just could not approve of his being a homosexual. All I wanted to do was to ¨cure¨ him. I wanted him to recover. I prayed and prayed and finally we decided to move. We came to New Orleans in Febrary last year. I could not help thinking of Jack as the problem. All my son did was to cry and tell me he could not live without seeing him but I heard no reason. ¨God will help you as He helped me¨ I used to tell him. Little did I realize how important Jack was for my son. ¨Sin¨was the word in my mind. I thought there was something I had done wrong. It was my fault, of course.
One morning, opening the door of Adrian´s bedroom I found him on the floor. My boy had slashed his wrists and there was a note beside him which said: ¨Sorry mum, you are not to blame, but I cannot take it anymore. Please, do not hate me. God will help you as he helped me¨. In came my husband and, putting his hand on my shoulder he just glanced at Adrian´s body and said: ¨Do not worry. He is in a better place now. Trust God¨.
Trust God? I have devoted my life to God and all He did was to take my baby away. I have lived like a blind person, like a fool, but I am finally in reality. Do you want to know how I feel now? I do not want to start any blasphemous rumors but I think that God has a sick sense of humor and, when I die, I expect to find him laughing.
Love,
Mary.
Mary was found in a church in New Orleans last Sunday morning. She committed suicide. The doctors did their best but they could not succeed. A note was found beside her which said: ¨God will help you as he helped me¨.
Esta shockeante historia me la pasó mi amigo Gonzalo Gonzalez y aquí la estoy posteando para el placer de todos ustedes. Otra muestra más del impresionante talento que anda dando vueltas por las aulas del Rojas.
Gonzalo:
cuando me contaste esta historia quede atónito por su contenido e impresionado por la fuerza y el brillo con que la contaste. Espero siempre cosas así de vos. Gracias por todo!!!!!!
Nos vemos!!!!!!
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