I awoke in agony from the nagging pain. I felt like I had taken on the Hulk in a ten round boxing match. The right side of my face was swollen and I could barely open my jaw enough to take a sip of cold milk, swallowing down another pain pill despite the fact that they were doing absolutely nothing for the pain. I had yet to convince myself that having my wisdom tooth removed outweighed the toothache that had so recently been in it’s place.
Clearly, I was not getting any more sleep soon I thought as I turned on the coffee pot and leaned on the kitchen counter scrolling through my phone as I awaited the delightful beverage to brew. There in my inbox it awaited me. A simple link. To a simple news site. To an anything but simple article.
I had been following the story for days now. A kid I went to school with had a fourteen month old baby girl that was severely physically abused on Valentines day. She lay in a coma in the hospital with brain swelling, and I’m sure a number of other injuries. Brain damage was a very real possibility. It’d be a miracle if she came out of this without any.
This morning. This morning I opened a simple link to a simple news site with a simple heading, “Abuse Investigation Underway After Toddler’s Death,” and tears poured down my cheeks without mercy as my eyes fell on a picture of an old friends precious little girl.
I cannot even begin to fathom the amount of pain those parents are experiencing right now. The courage it takes them to go on. The strength it takes to let the legal system handle it.
And suddenly, my unbearable jaw pain became so much more bearable.