causebeyondreason

        The empty page. Blank and lifeless. Without meaning, care or concern. Biding its time. Yet hiding in its emptiness there lays a promise. Its vacant space screams of hidden potential.         Pick up your pen, ready your fingers. Only you can bring forth its truth to reality.

A little boy ran out of an aisle and straight into me today. As I helped the boy to his feet I could see an apology in his eyes. He couldn't be older than seven at the most, and clearly not hurt. The boy's father, who was following close behind him, began to berate the boy with every synonym of the words stupid and retard in the English dictionary. Almost as if he belittling his son publicly like this was somehow his backwards way to apologize to me. But that wasn't what he was doing. His attention was focused in on the young boy alone. The father didn't even glance at me. As they moved away, I began to wonder if this was his method of rais