Thunderstruck

Thunderstruck


This story gave me hope, stole it from me, gave it back and then yanked the hope away again. 


When the family is on vacation in a slightly less then four star accommodation, it isn't important.  What is important is that they are together.  Things seem fine for a while.  Near the end of the story we find out that the old American riff raff ways were happening (ie sneaking out) but we don't know for how long. 


After the accident, there was the hope of a father that was so strong that I felt it too.  I did not see this as false hope.  I believed it to be exactly what a father should be thinking and feeling.  I do not have children of my own but if I did or if someday I do, I hope to have the kind of strength necessary to feel such relentless HOPE. 


Unfortunately, near the end I had a split feeling.  I wanted to continue to hold on to the father's responsibility as well as his natural loving instinct of HOPE.  I also started to listen to the words coming from the mother, as possibly true.  That the situation would not change.  This was at first, very enraging to me.  These words are NOT to be spoken from a mother.  I was also appalled that this negativity appeared to be coming out in front of a patient, your F'n Daughter, who needs HOPE.