He was an angry, unpredictable weight tumbling at random, and I felt like the small, hapless thing that had gotten in his way. This loving God had granted the trivial wish of a little boy who probably didn’t even appreciate the gesture, and yet he had taken the world away from me. He saved the sandcastle, but he didn’t spare my body. He changed the tides for the sake of a child, but he let my dream of the religious life fall at the feet of two men who didn’t blink twice at my pain.
