“God decide to destroy the world because of the wickedness of mankind, she told me”, said David.
“My mother was a passenger on the Titanic, I was eight”, he said telling the physiatrist.
Lying in the long “shrink” chair made for relaxation. David was now in his late 30’s, and affected by the tragic loss of his mother.
“She gave me her Bible and kissed me on the cheek before she left and said that she will be back shortly with a surprise.” David said staring at the ceiling with his hands crossed.
David was an intelligent young man, but very rebellious throughout his childhood. He was a man of slenderness, his face was pale and his hair was black.
“You know what I don’t understand?” He asked, bound to answer his own question.
“Why would this holy ghost “God” do such a thing?” He said in anger.
“What did he do, David?” Questioned the physiatrist, Ms. Ruth.
“What did he do? What did he do?” Feeling aggravated at the fact that Ms. Ruth is questioning his knowledge.
“He gave greatness to certain people and gave me nothing at all in my life, except to wallow in my pain. A matter of fact, he made thousands of families fatherless, motherless, negative a sibling, a cousin, an auntie and uncle and even babies!”
“He gave me nothing to look forward in life. Here I am with no wife, no child, and no mother to teach to how to even treat a lady!” David said, feeling uneasy in his chair.
“Do you feel that “God” had has made this a challenge for you, an obstacle in life to conquer?” Ms. Ruth asked.
“What does that mean exactly?” He said.
“Was I the “chosen” one to deal with these certain feelings, and these evil emotions I have toward the world and I?” David chuckled. “I don’t believe what the Bible says.”
“Ms. Ruth, no offence to your religion, but I hate everything the Bible stands for.”
Ms Ruth looked at David in immense concern and looks back to her chart book. She flips though pages and pages at David lasts visits to see if there was any progress.
“David, I don’t know what to tell you”, Ms. Ruth said. “I have been in this profession for 20 years now; I’m getting older and older each day. Don’t you believe you have to look forward to something or somebody after you die?”
“Why? That’s a waste of time and energy.” He said. “I’d rather accept where I’m at now because I really have nothing to envision.”
“Its funny how I remember this story so well”, David said, picking up the old withered Bible his mother gave him before arriving onto the Titanic.
“God gave Noah a challenge, you know the man whose “righteous in his generation”, and lucky to have the Heavenly father guiding him to make an Ark because of the disaster God was creating”. David scoffed.
“So Noah and his family built the Ark and shortly boarding on the ship with their animals and their grace”, he shakes his head. “Unbelievable.”
David thinks of when he was a child, sitting on his mother’s lap in her wooden rocking chair and listening to her read the story from the Bible over and over. Irony was that this was David’s favorite tale his mother would tell him and every night. He would want her to tell him about the heroic story of Noah’s Ark.
“So what this is telling me is that “God” saved one family but killed thousands”. He said. “That doesn’t sound like a nice thing to do, is it?”
“I don’t think so”, Ms. Ruth said, noticing that David was getting upset.
“Tell me more about your mother, what did she look like?” She said trying to David in a relaxed state in his mind, the only thing that would put him at ease.
“My mother? Oh, she was pretty. She always wore her own dresses, made by herself.” David said with a smile.
“We were so poor back then, she’d even knitted me socks, go to the barn and grab some wheat and flour and make the best tasting bread I’ve ever had.” David said.
“That’s was nice of her.” Ms. Ruth said, making David feel comfortable about telling more about his long lost mother.
“Where was your father?”
“He took are of me after mom died, but when I was 11, he put me in boarding school because he didn’t couldn’t afford another mouth to feed. I assume he went to war, fell in love again, had another child and so on and so forth.” David said, rambling on.
Ms. Ruth observed David’s actions on how he talked about his father. David was stiff and dreary talking about his father like he had no feelings for him whatsoever.
“But my mother, gosh, I loved her so much.” David sighed.
“She was so pretty, she had a beautiful heart over another-“ Then stopped talking.
Ms. Ruth observed him again, wondering what he was thinking by his expressions and emotions.
“One heart over another?” She said.
David was motionless; he stared blankly at the wall. Suddenly, a tear came from his eye. It was the first tear that ever trembled down his rough whiskery cheek.
“David, you know if you talk about these rough patches in your life, it’ll be easier to get over. Everything you say is highly confidential and that’s what I’m here for, to talk to you and for you to express yourself to somebody.” Ms. Ruth said soothing him with her words.
“I remember my mother had a surprise for me, but she wouldn’t tell me. It was just us two living in a single bedroom shack, mind you. The only room in that dusty old wooden house was forbidden.” David said.
“Boy, would I get a verbal attack when I would attempt a peek.” He laughs, wiping his tears from his eyes.
“I remember when my mother went to the barn to get some eggs, which took a long time, so I decided to look in that room for once. You know, just to see what the big commotion was.” David explained.
“As I opened that creaking door, my eyes widen. I looked up and down that nursery and realized why we were so poor”. David said, sitting up from his chair.
“She was pregnant”. He said. “She was going to have another baby”.
“When I heard my mother come back inside the house, I immediately shut the door, smiled then helped her with the handful of eggs she had. It was the biggest smile that a baby could ever have.”
“I remember thinking to myself that I was going to be a big brother.”
“Days after I found out the electrifying news, she had to leave onto the Titanic to get some money from her father and she didn’t take me because he only sent one ticket for her to board.”
“Where were you this whole time?” Ms. Ruth asked.
“She left me at home.” He said. “She made loaves of bread to keep me full for the days she was gone.”
“But she never came home.” David said, putting his head down in sorrowfulness.
“I was thinking where my family went and why aren’t they coming home. My mixed emotions turned to hate, disgrace, misfortune, and poignant.”
“See? This is why I don’t understand why “God” would take a family from a child who had nothing.” He ranted.
“God blessed Noah’s family, why couldn’t he bless mine?” David questioned himself.
“Maybe it wasn’t meant to be. My favorite story turned into a disastrous nightmare.” David said.
“She wasn’t supposed to die on the second greatest ship in the world.” David said grasping on his mother’s old Bible.
“What was God thinking? Letting armatures built the Ark and professionals build the Titanic?”