Patron Saints of Nothing

by Randy Ribay

We are bound to family by blood, but there’s no guarantee any connection exists beyond that.

You saw my pain for what it was, recognized it as if it were your own, and gave me the love I needed to heal.

We all have the terrible and amazing power to hurt and help, to harm and heal. We all do both throughout our lives. That’s the way it is. I suppose we just go on and do the best we can and try to do more good than bad using our time on Earth.

But flawed doesn’t mean hopeless. It doesn’t mean forsaken. It doesn’t mean lost. We are not doomed to suffer things as they are, silent and alone. We do not have to leave questions and letters and lives unanswered. We have more power and potential than we know if we would only speak, if we would only listen.