A Broken Man
I was broken, not broken like the “Need Help Guy” standing at an intersection. Broken in the sense of being lost inside. It wasn’t like my life was in a shambles or anything. I had a great job, a great house, and a new car. Most people would say, ‘What does he have to be broken about?’ I couldn’t feel anything, not for my wife of twenty-five years, not for my grown daughter, and not for my granddaughter. Feeling anything just manifested itself as physical pain, so my life was only numbness. I had been like this for the past fifteen years. I did my job well, took care of my family, but felt no love or no passion for life. I would often daydream of ways to kill myself. Then it happened; a Saturday …