I hear some people shop, some eat, while others may sleep.
When the pain is crushing down and I am struggling tremendously to keep my head above water, Cheerio retreats into a world of dragons.
My oldest nephew says the movie Eragon is juvenile, but that movie resonates with me in so many ways. There have been times that I've watched it five or more times in a week. I can gague how I'm doing by how often I'm watching this movie.
[If you haven’t seen it, or don’t remember much about it, I recommend you watch it. If you do, this post (and possible future posts) will make much more sense if you do.]
Skip trough to the point that Eragon reaches the Vardan.
He is walking with Azihad through their community.
The people watch with sideways glances and avoid eye contact with him.
Eragon comments, “They’re afraid of me?”
Azihad replies, “Why wouldn’t they be? There is no retreat from here, nowhere else to hide. The suspicion has kept us alive all these years. When word spread of a new dragon rider, we were expecting someone who was … more … what? ”
“More than me” Eragon finishes.
That scene keeps replaying in my head.
In particular this phrase “They’re afraid of me…”
“They’re afraid of me…”
Azihad’s response was basically “Of course they are!”
I translate this to my son …
Last week I sent his birthday letter directly to his house with my full name and contact information. He has not responded (yet).
“He’s afraid of me…”
“Why wouldn’t he be? Until now you weren’t real. You were ‘superstition,’ a speculation, a fantasy perhaps. You were only imaginary. Where can he go from here? There is no where else to hide and this may destroy the image of you he’s already created.”
"He's afraid of me..."