I'm currently reading "
The Green Mile" by Stephen King. Like many of my books, I picked it up over a year ago, started reading it, put it back on the shelf, and was struck by something to pick it up again. I've raced through half the book in about two days, reading it by the pool or in the quiet moments summer vacation brings to my apartment.
In all of the books I read, I earmark pages where certain lines or short passages resonate with me. I usually don't highlight or underline; for some reason, 99 percent of the time at least, I am usually able to recall exactly why I folded the corner of a page, even if it's only because of a couple of words. Visual memory is astounding in this way.
One such earmark happened today because of recent conversations I've had with close friends. In this portion of the story, the narrator, Paul Edgecombe, is talks about an incident with death-row inmate, Eduardo Delacroix. Delacroix is being asked show prison administrators all of the tricks Mr. Jingles can do (he is quite the remarkable mouse). The situation is highly unusual, but that seems to be the point of Edgecombe's purpose in telling death row stories -- it's a highly unusual place. After being told to (basically) break a leg, Delacroix says, and Edgecombe reflects:
"You bet." A smile shone out of his face, so sudden and so simple in its happiness that I felt my heart break for him a little, in spite of the terrible thing he had done. What a world we live in - what a world!
It's in these moments that I realize making self-text connections isn't something just for the Language Arts classroom -- it happens so readily when we read all the time, for pleasure or for work.
I'm just about halfway through this story and have never seen the movie. But I get the feeling that one of the points King tries to make is about not judging books by their covers, or people by their crimes. The feeling Edgecombe describes about Delacroix in this scene reflects that despite everything, we are all human and have heart-strings that can be tugged.
I take this to heart because on the whole, I am the kind of person who gives others the benefit of the doubt. There are so many facets to an individual's character that one incident or event can't define them. This is usually why I have a hard time letting loose the close bonds of a friendship or relationship, even when that other person has damaged the situation in some way.
This is not always healthy or wise, but I think it helps me to be a better person overall. It helps me to value the little things, push myself to be more forgiving than vengeful, and also aids me in being more critical of motivations and choices. Sometimes, this just amounts to me being over-analytical, sometimes too worrisome, or even too trusting - but I think it's always helpful to remember that everyone has a story, a reason.
This especially helps in the classroom, not only to build a rapport with my students, but to remember that on those days when we just can't get along, there's a reason that probably has nothing to do with me. It's a fine line between personal investment in someone and enough detachment to not take negativity so personally.
In my personal life, it's a finer line to walk, especially with those who have betrayed or damaged my friendship with them or my trust. There's always a good side to remember or cherish about someone, even when the negative really left a mark. I guess I always want to believe in the redemptive qualities of everyone -- enough that I often feel the urge to overlook what took them down in the first place.
I've only truly held one grudge in my life and it's one I've lost the ability to reconcile fully. I still struggle with whether I should have done something about it before I couldn't, but there's a part of me that is comfortable with the fact that I didn't. However, it the discomfort is enough that I am propelled to ensure I never forget the good qualities of others in my life, and at least in my heart, acknowledge their goodness.
King often explores this issue to varying degrees in many of his stories (i.e., Rita Hayworth and the Shawshank Redemption, Premium Harmony, A Good Marriage), which is probably why I keep reading them.
What a world, indeed. Funny how stories shed some light on it in these ways.
~MJ