Upside of a downslide

I’ve known Joe for about 20 years and lately is the first time I’ve seen him mad.

He treads his part of earth lightly, disturbing little, asking little. Why then did a disease pummel him? Why him? Why not take down a vicious man, a tyrant man, a destroyer? It’s disproportionate. This disease, which shall remain nameless here so it doesn’t get any special attention, this disease is like a rampaging rockslide barreling down to flatten a gerbil.

The upside is that Joe can now get mad. His gerbil-ego grew and emerged one day in proportions of a gigantic rage, foreign and frightening and taking a menacing shape.

This rage is beautiful. The power of this disease is of no account compared to it.

I thought rage was an explosion of emotion, born of despair or self-absorption – sometimes both. Now I see it can be the first note in a song of self.

About Mrs. Fitz

Hello! I'm Michele Fitzpatrick, a Chicago writer. Like our town, a work in progress. As a journalist, teacher and writing coach I think all of us live our stories and sharing them creates moments that remind us we're connected. And that is enough.
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