“He giveth and He taketh, life is cruel that way.” A quote from Jay-Z starts to describe the way I felt when I heard the story of Sheral, a displaced person with a story. But as the story goes on, I wonder to myself, how cruel does the world need to be? How much pain does one need to take, and why? Why did Sheral have to have such a difficult life? It’s not her fault she was sexually abused as a child and that no one ever gave a damn about her to begin with. Yet the stereotypes can’t wait to infiltrate your every thought as you pass by a homeless person on the street. Someone that could be Sheral or the high percentage of abused displaced women that is out there. How did I respond to the story of Sheral once her story was over? I was very angry at the world. Angry at the evil that rests in the hearts of people that find it fitting to take it out on those who have done nothing to deserve it. People that make this world what it has gotten to be like now, cold. Sure there are agencies out there that help but their resources are meek. Insignificant is the word that best describes any problem I have in my life when compared to Sheral’s. All I can do is pray.
“He giveth and He taketh, life is cruel that way.” The same could be said for my second speaker but in a different way. James was a nice guy that made some mistakes in life that ultimately ruined it. James was born to a very strict and religious mother. When James got older, he got a job out of high school as a roofer which paid well. Like most kids with money, it can prove to be a very destructive thing. And that is exactly what happened. To me, as much as I like James, he had a choice in life which was using drugs, something that ruined him. Sheral on the other hand was taken advantage of as a young child. Two different stories, same product.
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