I went to college in the early 1970’s. In many of the dorms the communal bathrooms were in the basement and were reflective of the the university’s history as an all-men’s school. It was typical to walk down two, three, or four flights of stairs to take a shower or use the toilet. The following letter tells the story of a guilt-laden memory from those years.
A very powerful memory.
I have a similar experience, only from when I was a child and we would foster children from a local Children’s home. One girl we fostered briefly had diabetes. I remember seeing the girl’s bottle of insulin in our fridge (the butter compartment, even then) and not really understanding the impact of it on her life. Boy, do I feel that impact in spades now.
Once again, you’ve posted a powerful story. I think we have all experienced similar encounters and wished we would have handled it differently. Your blog is a reminder to be more sensitive to others. Thanks again Laddie and as usual….good job.
This is beautiful. I hope that, somehow, she gets the message.
My son had boys say crude things to him in the rest room when he would use testape while he would urinate. I hope they have felt guilty since then and become more compassionate.
Wow, this was beautiful. And I like to think she absolutely would forgive you and understand.
Beautiful story…thanks for sharing!