I had to say visiting the adults at AFI was truly a memorable experience. Not just a journal worthy, or blog worthy experience but one that left a deep imprint on my heart.
I remember Becky, she was must more quiet than I was and I watched as she smiled and laughed as I bombarded her with questions on her favorite past time and I listened as she explained to me the joy and passion she felt for her sowing machine. She wore pearls, which reminded me of Bianca and suddenly this good moment turned into a great and beautiful piece of nostalgia. Bianca, my sister, has a large portion of my heart and that Tuesday afternoon, Becky also stole a piece of my heart. I thought back to the character Sheila in the story. Unlike Sheila, Becky was not fascinated by flowers or in love with someone. Her love was for her friend who was currently on vacation and she longed to see her return.
I had to say I was trying to compare the characters of The Boys Next Door to the people we met at AFI and I could only categorize it by similar actions. Each person had a different personality and each one had a different story just like the characters in the play. I watched the woman giving us a tour and saw that her heart was clearly with these people. Just like Jack I am sure she has reached moments where she felt frustrated. If not with the people I could tell she was frustrated with the state system and I found myself feeling some frustration as she was talking about the way in which things worked. Instead of empowering these people I felt as if the state was treating them like child. By limiting their funds it is not giving them this freedom but chaining them to waiting on government funding and in a way I wonder if they at times feel more like a burden than a human. The thought of them feeling this way broke my heart.
I was definitely blessed by this trip in more ways than one.
I hope I can visit again soon.
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