On reality TV shows compassion is
building a mansion for a family of disabled people.
The desired reaction is
all the family members crying and saying that they’re now set for life.
In my experience, compassion
soon becomes something you drag out at 9 and stuff away at 5,
or even earlier.
Finally you’ve had it.
You tell people you’ve supported for months that you’ve resigned.
The real reaction is
them saying ‘yep’ and skateboarding off,
or swallowing the last of their latte and walking out on you into the Helensville afternoon sun.
Then you realise that compassion is
accepting that gratitude can be stuffed away too.
It’s knowing that
you have very little idea of what it’s like to be left
and to only have empty skate ramps and the main street of Helensville to fill this afternoon
and many more to come.
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