Thursday, June 16, 2011

The Ultimate Conversation answer to question 3 of 100

3. Imagine that you were put into a room with your step-mother and step-brother. What do you think you would say to them? Detail the conversation from beginning to end.


The words for this have been rambling around in my head all day and up till this point I thought I was alright. As the words blink themselves onto the screen I hear that memory truck screaming toward me. You would think in all of these years the driver would have had his breaks fixed. Or are those my screams the ones that caught in my throat as I lay on the cold hard ground after a nightly running session. Or is it the one that filled my mouth and choked me while my stepbrother used my insides to wet his clarinet reed. In any case it is with a heavy hart that I tell you the fallowing conversation. Please note that the names have been changed to ward off the Google spider.



Stepmother Vanessa Burg (she still used my fathers last name 6 years after his death)

Stepbrother Frank

Not long after I realized that holding all of that anger, guilt, shame and frustration was killing me, I put it all at God's feet. He placed a hand on my head and said "Thank You!" Still feeling empty and unfulfilled I looked up my stepmother in the phone book.  This is the conversation that took place.


"Hello Vanessa Burg's residence."

"Hello Van this is Sally is Frank at home I was hoping to talk to you both." there was a long pause on the line and then.

"Sally, My dear girl how are you." I heard him smack his lips.

"Fine I am calling because I wanted to talk to you both about something." Just then tears started to stream down my face and my throat dried to the point that I could hardly speak. I cleared my throat and continued. "Recently I met God and I have given him my burdens." I could her my stepmother start to breath impatiently. "I am calling to tell you both that I forgive you for the bad things that you did to me." there was silence on the other end of the line it was so loud that I could hear every beat of my heart.

Finally she spoke the words echoed around in the ear piece "Is that all you have to say?"

A "Yes!" was all I could muster.

"Fine then!" Where the last words I heard her say before  the click and then a dial tone.


I sat for many hours just crying until I fell asleep. When I awoke I felt somewhat lighter as if a great weight had been lifted from my shoulders. Even though, that truck of emotion still haunts me the heavy burden has not returned.3. Imagine that you were put into a room with your step-mother and step-brother. What do you think you would say to them? Detail the conversation from beginning to end.

The words for this have been rambling around in my head all day and up till this point I thought I was alright. As the words blink themselves onto the screen I hear that memory truck screaming toward me. You would think in all of these years the driver would have had his breaks fixed. Or are those my screams the ones that caught in my throat as I lay on the cold hard ground after a nightly running session. Or is it the one that filled my mouth and choked me while my stepbrother used my insides to wet his clarinet reed. In any case it is with a heavy hart that I tell you the fallowing conversation. Please note that the names have been changed to ward off the Google spider.


Stepmother Vanessa Burg (she still used my fathers last name 6 years after his death)
Stepbrother Frank
Not long after I realized that holding all of that anger, guilt, shame and frustration was killing me, I put it all at God's feet. He placed a hand on my head and said "Thank You!" Still feeling empty and unfulfilled I looked up my stepmother in the phone book.  This is the conversation that took place.

"Hello Vanessa Burg's residence."
"Hello Van this is Sally is Frank at home I was hoping to talk to you both." there was a long pause on the line and then.
"Sally, My dear girl how are you." I heard him smack his lips.
"Fine I am calling because I wanted to talk to you both about something." Just then tears started to stream down my face and my throat dried to the point that I could hardly speak. I cleared my throat and continued. "Recently I met God and I have given him my burdens." I could her my stepmother start to breath impatiently. "I am calling to tell you both that I forgive you for the bad things that you did to me." there was silence on the other end of the line it was so loud that I could hear every beat of my heart.
Finally she spoke the words ecoed around in the ear piece "Is that all you have to say?"
A "Yes!" was all I could muster.
"Fine then!" Where the last words I heard her say before  the click and then a dial tone.

I sat for many hours just crying until I fell asleep. When I awoke I felt somewhat lighter as if a great weight had been lifted from my shoulders. Even though, that truck of emotion still haunts me the heavy burden has not returned.